The strongest has be defeated, he rested on the ground, in half. His body numb - the copper taste his mouth as he gazed up tiredly. The light blinding him practically but he got used to it, maybe everyone has to leave. Or maybe this was just plainly fate if so it was cruel.

Being a sorcerer meant nothing more then being used. Perhaps he should had craved something else but it was all he was used too. That and having the comfort in knowing Death awaits in the corner. He could had been so much more, if he was given that push.

Maybe he could had did painting - or make a few songs. So when his students and friends looked back at what he was. They could be happy with what he left. Yet he was rethinking everything in this moment.

A bit peaceful. It really was.

The storm dancing against the trees nearby, the leaf's ruffling above him. He's not even sure he can breath in the fresh air no more. Then he saw a figure. You - you, his best friend since high school, since he became the strongest, hell he might even have loved you.

He recognized you it didn't even come to him as a shock, everything seemed slow. Unreal. You've died before him. Maybe he'll meet you up there. Even with his state he just raised a hand up wanting to touch you for the last time before he eventually left this world.

His fingers glazing off your cheek. All he wanted was comfort in this still moment. Everything seemed to have frozen. "Please, don't leave me." No teasing, just plain truth from someone who grew up too fast. He didn't want you to leave him.

Everyone seemed to be so grown yet here he was. What did he miss?

"I don't want to know what's beyond." Satoru didn't want to be weak, nor alone. Then he felt your lips on his, maybe this was the end - but can't heaven wait?