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"I still don't get it.

Why am I so stubborn? Why can't I just... be normal?!

Those are the questions I asked myself millions of times. But I can't be normal. No. I am here for so long now.. how many years has it been? I don't even count anymore. "

"Sounds like you really wanna leave don't ya?" The old man asked.

"Not exactly" said ?%%^&^#$ sitting next to him. "I kinda like being here.. I get to do whatever I want, talk however I want.. and mess whit whoever I want"

"Don't you want to see the real world tho? To see your family, friends?" The old man asked.

"Even if I do, they could't see me. Well if they could , which is very rare, I don't really want to see their faces again, myself. Not like I remember them, its just.." ?%%^&^#$ sighed. "It would be very awkward you now? Between us."

The old man nodded. He knew what ?%%^&^#$ meant.

"What about you?" ?%%^&^#$  asked looking straight at the old man. "Do you want to come back?"

He smiled. "Yes indeed. I have some unfinished things left." He said while looking at the top of the tower. 

?%%^&^#$  looked at him. "You? But I thought you said that you died of cancer? And you where... 78? That looks like enough years to finish what you started. To make sure you have done everything you needed" ?%%^&^#$ said whit a cold face. The old man knows why she (Spoiler :) is so cold, when she talks about age. From what heinous, she died at age 14. She was very young and haven't done everything she wanted in life, what she wanted. That's what she remembers of course.

"I want to see my daughter again. To see if she's ok. I have been here for 7 years now, so my grandchildren are probably teenagers now." He looked at her whit a warm smile, even thought he can't feel heat or cold anymore. 

This little girl was like his own child, when she appeared here he took care of her as best as he can. She become like his own daughter whit time.

"Hey Fujimoto?" (Fujimoto is the old man's last name that he remembers).

"Hm?"

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"Have you ever wondered what flying feels like?" 

The old man looked at the girl and gasped.

She was standing on the downhill of the ground next to the endless pit. Her hands where vide open. Her eyes where closed and she was... smiling.

The old man Fujimoto was speechless. First time in a while he saw how pretty she was. He always knew that ?%%^&^#$  had that inhuman beauty, but this was another level. He absorbed her.

She had long black hair like a crow, she was wearing blue dress that waved beyond her and looked like an ocean, her hands where strong, thought muscles haven't shown up yet, her pink cheeks where as red as possible, even thought she was dead, so her heart doesn't work anymore. Even so, she looked like a princess from a movie, or like a fairy from some kind of magical forest. You would say that she is just perfect, but Fujimoto knew her for a long time now. He knows some dark parts of her. Even so the girl is brave, kind, funny, caring, nice, wise and gorgeous. Not like the old man liked her in that way (that would be disgusting), he adored her, she was (like I said before) like his own daughter.

She looked back at him and opened her big exploring eyes. All of the above, her eyes where the prettiest, compared to her whole body. Two golden-orange eyes sparkling in the dark where like lanterns. If he can remember how sunset looks like clearly, then that colour was her eyes. And her smile was like the mach that fires the latter she carries whit her.

She suddenly opened her mouth and said very unexpected words.

"Mister Fujimoto?"

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"Have you ever wanted to go to the moon?"

"Ohhhhhhh the spoilers ahead UvU

 Thank you fr reading this chapter!

 Bye~"