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The poster-covered walls of Kenya’s bedroom looked down upon the vision of the boy on the floor, frantically writing… something. No one was exactly sure what he had been scribbling down constantly, at home or at school, but they left him be. He was dealing with many intense feelings, his best friend being in a coma now. It seemed Kenya just had a different way of processing emotions.
His mother had tried talking to him, and she offered him a journal. Little did she know, her son had his own form of journalism, albeit a lot less organized.
Every paper he wrote went into one of two piles; one was a pile of anything and everything he could piece together about the incident, and the other was much more secret and personal, as it was all reflections of everything he felt, thought, and wanted to say to Satoru. Everything about the now comatose boy broke his heart, but his mother always told him to never keep his feelings inside. The paper became the best listener a young boy could ask for, and his pen paved the way for communication.
The first pile was organized into various diagrams piecing any possible abnormality together. Satoru’s change in maturity. His determination to save Kayo and Hiromi and the other girl, Aya. The story that Mr. Yashiro told the class. Kenya did not understand the need for a story. The class was old enough to understand the truth, even if it was hard. Kenya was certainly mature enough.
The second pile could not be more chaotic for the usually organized boy, papers with different letters and complicated feelings scribbled all over them in a much messier, more frantic handwriting than Kenya’s usual.
It's easy to say that the second pile consistently remained hidden, more than the first. No one was to know what Kenya had written except for Kenya himself.
Kenya knew that, as an aspiring lawyer, his feelings were to be kept to certain times and places. The lined sheets of paper was a place that was always open to these feelings whenever he felt he needed an outlet.
He never read those papers after they were put in their designated pile; there was no reason to.
After all, he had bigger mysteries to solve than his own feelings towards Satoru.