[Phone | Unfiltered]I dunno what happened while I was staying in my house...but it kind of got crushed by something and I died! Does anyone know what happened?
Well...after I came back...Yamame went to the playground and I found a little girl that sounded like the one on the phone the other day.
She was...she was really sad. She was really lonely too. She said she brought us all here. I know that lots of people are angry about that, and Yamame knows a lot of people hated her for it. I didn't care though, because everyone deserves to have a friend, right?
Yamame thinks lots of people will be kind of happy about it, but she died. I guess I should tell everyone what the last thing she said about us was. B-but, if I do, don't be mean ok? She's Yamame's friend now, and I don't want anyone being mean to her. She's dead anyway, so you don't have to be mean about it.
She said she wished there was more she could do for us, but we're strong and we'll know what to do. She said she believes in us before she said goodbye.
I don't know why she went, really...but she was sad...and kind of happy at the same time. I saw her spirit fly away and it was crying and smiling.
[Yamame decides to omit having buried Lucy. She at least didn't put the name on the grave...as she actually never knew the girl's name. She simply wrote "Friend" on a big rock that marks the grave in chalk.]She's gone now. Probably forever, I think.
[This is all a little strange and emotional for Yamame, so she's going to hang up the phone. She'll answer any phone messages much later.][Action | Playground][Yamame's simply sitting in that swing she had been in the other day, speaking with Lucy Smith, gently swinging back and forth. She's looking toward that grave...wondering just what on earth all of it meant. She wasn't sad, per-say. The entire encounter had tugged on her heartstrings for some reason but...she wasn't sad. She was merely thoughtful...and felt for some reason that everything that transpired meant something far deeper than she even knew. She didn't feel sorry for the troubled girl that wasn't as she seemed...but she wished she had known more about her and what she was going through.]
[She simply kept herself at a lethargic rhythm in the swing, each arch backward or forward creating a quiet creak where the chains attached to the metal frame. It was peaceful, in a way, and Yamame was kind of enjoying that peace after all the chaos that she could only sit and listen to.]