The funeral music chimed in the air, casting a solemn tone over the grieving people.

Putting it bluntly, Tsukasa was dead. Gone.

Now a picture of him sat propped up on a coffin. His smile wide and his eyes as golden as ever.

The last time you saw him, his eyes were dead. The golden glow lacking horribly.

He was destined to be a star. Yet withered under the never-ending pressure. The pressure to be better. To be good enough.

Emu and Nene sobbed in the background, yet it was just white noise for you.

Tsukasa Tenma was dead.

You sat at your desk, staring at your work. On the calendar by your desk, it was May. Nearing Tsukasas birthday which was circled and decorated with stars.

You hadn't done this in a while, done something you loved so much. It felt refreshing, but didn't bring the same joy to you anymore, knowing Tsukasa could never see it.

Tired, you turn round to go to bed.

That's when you saw him, standing in the corner of your room, eyes the same dead as before, his skin pale and sickly.

His smile not holding its starry charm..it was terrifying, dried blood down his chin and his clothes bloodstained. You hadn't seen him in years, yet here he stood, a dead man resurrected.