Asobi left the room, leaving Jotou to sit down with her own thoughts. "That's everything… Now what? Do I just stay put? I can't do that."
Jotou looked around the room. The luggage she knew carried a plush puppy of all things—carrying it around like a child.
"A child… Twenty-one and I still act like one…" Jotou sighed, "Maybe that's the truth of being an adult. You can either be swept away by the current and become mundane—watch your life go by.
Day by day, week by week, year by year… Miserable. Or, you can choose to explore your creativity; do what you like, what you think is best for you.
And like that, everyone can't help but feel childish. Because, it seems like a child's dream to be happy; or even just be okay and not have to worry about everything in life coming to get you.
Or maybe it's just a special some—like me. Who never really got to be a normal kid; I took my parents' dreams and aspirations and made them my own.
