[ But it's not their face he sees. No. In Nenonen's place stands someone equally impossible - someone he hadn't seen alive since his last birthday. Someone whom he never even got to see dead. Kenta knows it was Nenonen he walked on this bridge with, but his heart - his false heart, the replacement after his went to her - aches just seeing her again.
His hand tightens, almost painfully so. ] D- Delilah? It... can't be... [ His voice cracks, eyes already welling with tears. ]
me to my friend: hey can you drop me a picture of delilah, no reason--
Nen-?
[ But it's not their face he sees. No. In Nenonen's place stands someone equally impossible - someone he hadn't seen alive since his last birthday. Someone whom he never even got to see dead. Kenta knows it was Nenonen he walked on this bridge with, but his heart - his false heart, the replacement after his went to her - aches just seeing her again.
His hand tightens, almost painfully so. ] D- Delilah? It... can't be... [ His voice cracks, eyes already welling with tears. ]