Sometimes you need a weekend of what-the-hell itineraries, sleeping in the corner of a seat while the highway hums by, the unreality of a 3am pit stop, and fries dipped in ice cream at the biggest truck stop in the world.
Sometimes you need a weekend remembering who you are outside of the endless routine, who you are with friends who knew you when you were a little different but who still fit into your silences like you never left.
Sometimes you need a weekend with hugs that feel like coming home and homemade ice cream and endless tea, and the biggest, fluffiest, laziest, best damn dog you’ve ever snuggled with.
Sometimes, when you’re very very lucky, you get a weekend with all of it.
alma doesn’t dissolve, they leave behind the order and the innocence, live in quiet towns, relearn each other, become friends again, fall in love, alma asks how much of them is them and how much is their past memories, kanda says who cares but of course he cares but the one who was annoyed by alma first and then came to love him when they were little was HIM so him loving alma now is also him and maybe they’re reincarnated lovers but they’re also kanda yuu and alma karma and they’ve been through hell and back more times than once and these are their own lives and now they will live them together where the world can’t tear them apart anymore