September 2007

You hadn’t expected to see Suguru. Last you heard he was soon to graduate high school at some exclusive school in Tokyo. And while you were jealous he attended school far away from your small town, you missed him more.

Returning home late from cram school, the kitchen was quiet, lights dim. Suguru sat alone at the table, old family photo albums sprawled messily about. You couldn’t help but hurry to hug him hello. Missing his misty eyes, and the blood that dotted his sweater.