Translation
Fanfic: Eine Geschichte / Die Sprache des Auges
Subtitle: Es passiert nie mehr als einmal im Leben und lässt uns nie wieder los
Chapter: self talk
This world poisoned me, it made me sick. Oh Yami, how could I sink so low? Me who basked in the belief that I was special for so long? But I was nothing, just like the others I so despised. A wretched little worm.
Why did I just run away from problems, too cowardly to look them in the eye? Why was I so extremely concerned that I couldn't solve it? I knew I was failing, I knew I was doing wrong, and yet I couldn't help myself.
I understood what I wanted, but avoided taking on the challenges. Guided by blind zeal, I fled exactly in the other direction.
I preferred to get something I didn't want instead of not getting what I wanted despite trying hard.
I treated myself like dirt and expected others to do the same, which they actually did. So "self-fulfilling predictions" ...
Why couldn't I finally believe in my goal and overcome the obstacles to get closer to it?Did I have so little faith in my abilities and my stamina? Couldn't I count on support from the people who loved me?
Yami would have supported me in any situation. But I hadn't even given him the chance.
There were so many people who would have helped me if I had only asked them. Why didn't I just admit that I needed help? Why did I always have to play the role of the lonely heroine who didn't suit me at all?
Strong on the outside and broken on the inside. What kind of a coward am I?
Do I still want to deny my love for Yami and not accept his until I perish?
No matter who or what stood in my way, I had to win Yami back. He won't get away that easily.
I saw the red coat hanging in my closet. Something made me try them on and look at myself in the mirror. In the mirror I saw a dark figure approaching from behind.But she was no stranger to me. Yami hugged me and I closed my eyes.
What a strange dream. But it had all felt so real. I felt Yami's face on mine and smelled his smell in my nose.
Does the end always have to be so sad and the beginning so uncertain? Why did we always find it so difficult, even though life was ridiculously short and ephemeral?
Why did I just run away from problems, too cowardly to look them in the eye? Why was I so extremely concerned that I couldn't solve it? I knew I was failing, I knew I was doing wrong, and yet I couldn't help myself.
I understood what I wanted, but avoided taking on the challenges. Guided by blind zeal, I fled exactly in the other direction.
I preferred to get something I didn't want instead of not getting what I wanted despite trying hard.
I treated myself like dirt and expected others to do the same, which they actually did. So "self-fulfilling predictions" ...
Why couldn't I finally believe in my goal and overcome the obstacles to get closer to it?Did I have so little faith in my abilities and my stamina? Couldn't I count on support from the people who loved me?
Yami would have supported me in any situation. But I hadn't even given him the chance.
There were so many people who would have helped me if I had only asked them. Why didn't I just admit that I needed help? Why did I always have to play the role of the lonely heroine who didn't suit me at all?
Strong on the outside and broken on the inside. What kind of a coward am I?
Do I still want to deny my love for Yami and not accept his until I perish?
No matter who or what stood in my way, I had to win Yami back. He won't get away that easily.
I saw the red coat hanging in my closet. Something made me try them on and look at myself in the mirror. In the mirror I saw a dark figure approaching from behind.But she was no stranger to me. Yami hugged me and I closed my eyes.
What a strange dream. But it had all felt so real. I felt Yami's face on mine and smelled his smell in my nose.
Does the end always have to be so sad and the beginning so uncertain? Why did we always find it so difficult, even though life was ridiculously short and ephemeral?