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another goodbye

“Kaito… this is… difficult for me to say. I know that you’ve… tried. To be there for me, I mean. But I just can’t do it anymore. I feel like I haven’t slept in months. My mind never stops buzzing. The headache never goes away. I’ve stopped the drinking, the smoking, the late nights, but… the nightmares are worse. Constant.”

A slow, measured breath and then a sigh.

“I don’t expect you to understand what’s going through my head right now… it’s agony. I don’t remember the last time I was able to really relax. Even making love, now, I… the images.. they’re always there, like… shadows clinging to the corners of the room. Faces. Figures. I can feel them touching me. I can hear their whispers. It…. I… I just need to sleep… I just need to rest a little while. When you get back from your trip I’m sure I’ll be fine… just don’t.. worry too much. It just hurts. Hurts hurts hurts. I love you… mon cher corbeau…. I’m just… so tired.”

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Kaitobird: Goodbye

“They pulled me off of the case, Kaito! They want me to go back to London and take mandatory leave – for three weeks! THREE WEEKS. Or they’ll take away my badge! I can’t… You know, fuck it. I’m taking him down. I’ve waited too long for this. I’m leaving tonight. Don’t be surprised if you don’t hear from me for a couple of days, love. I’ll contact you when I get settled. The end of this case is within my grasp… I can feel it. Soon, Spider won’t be haunting me any more. Don’t worry, I’ve got funds and the firearm if I need it…” He laughed. “I had a feeling it would end in Paris… Mn. Give my love to Chieko and Akira. I’ll be home again soon. Je t’aime, mon cher corbeau. I can’t wait for this nightmare to be over.” 

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Goodbye~

“Please… if you’re getting this message, send help. There are four of us down here. God, I can only hope this reaches someone. I can’t see – too much smoke. Basement of the-” he broke off to give a hacking cough, gasping a moment before returning. “The… Hyatt… Minato-ku… Bomb squad, fire-”

There was a pause and a shuffle, phone against fabric. A child crying in the background. “God, no, stay still, don’t- things are shifting… Stay together. That’s it, low to the ground… yes, I know it’s wet. Hush, hush, it’s all right, they’re coming for us…” 

Static.

“Eastern side. We’re running out of air and the room is flooding. Please hurry.”

Click.