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Gen 7 - Teal

Parsley and Jones Thread

Books were quiet. Didn't recoil or stare, completely submissive, let themselves be read by anyone regardless of status. Even if it was just for a short while, with them he could forget. He could be someone else, he could lead a different life. Lose himself in a fantasy. And, each individual novel was the product of imagination, talent, and hard work - the very things he loved.

Here, in the library, Komaeda was surrounded by nothing but the hopeful fruitions of countless authors, and though he would dearly love, (aspire to, even) to read all of them, he had a particular set of books in mind. Anything where the characters faced great, incredible, crushing hardship, falling down, beaten, nothing going right, everything hurts, bad luck.

Because at the end of those stories, there was always hope. Things always got better. Climbing up from despair, overcoming all odds, succeeding, the sun bright after a heavy storm, that was what he desired more than anything else.