This Is Apparently Material
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Saturday. Yuri was there tonight. I knew he might be there. This apparently means, according to Hikari, that I spent too long choosing a top. This is slander. I always spend too long choosing a top. He is funny without performing funny, which is rarer than people think. We talked outside because inside conversation was functionally impossible. Mostly music, school, people we both know, stupid things. Nothing happened. I am writing this because otherwise Hikari will accuse me of editing history later.
Nothing happened.
I noticed when he left.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.