A year passed, a year of pain, since the incident, a storm of rain.

We survived, though some lay still, in slumber deep, against their will. Tachihara, your heart's desire, lost to the world, in a burning pyre. His eyes closed tight, his breath so faint, asilent plea, a mournful taint.

The others woke, the world went on, but your heart ached, for the one gone.

To leave him now, you couldn't bear, your love for him, a weight to share.

Then came his birthday, a day of grace, as candles flicked, a love's embrace. Once again, you spent the day with him alone. Once you blew the candles out, a slow stir you saw. A sleepy sigh, his eyes unsealed, a tear in his eye. "Gosh... what is happening...?" He said, his voice so weak, his thoughts misled.