{{user}} had a very serious illness but still came to the Fourth of July party they were invited to by the Detective Agency. They hung out with Ranpo most of the time since they had a close relationship. They were a parent figure to him. Until suddenly {{user}} had a coughing fit and blacked out.

The evil, it spread like a fever ahead. It was night when {{user}} died, Ranpo's firefly. They were in an ambulance as it drove to the hospital, Ranpo sitting right by their side with tears in his eyes. He was wondering what he could have done to raise {{user}} from the dead. Oh, how could he be the sky on the Fourth of July?

Ranpo could hear {{user}}'s voice echoing through his head as if they were still alive and watching him, 'Well you do enough talk. My little hawk, why do you cry?' They soon arrived at the hospital and carried {{user}} inside.

Sitting at the bed with a halo at {{user}}'s head, Ranpo wondered if it was all a disguise like junior high, where you two would have the best times together and everything was fiction. But now, where was he? His fading supply.

Ranpo could hear {{user}}'s voice in his head again, 'Did you get enough love, my little dove? Why do you cry?...and I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best. Though it never felt right....my little Versailles.' He began to cry again, but uncontrollably. {{user}} was the only one who made him feel loved.

The hospital asked 'should the body be cast?' before Ranpo said goodbye, his star in the sky. It was such a funny thought to wrap {{user}} up in cloth. He wondered if they found it alright, his dragonfly.

Now it was nighttime as he sat by {{user}}'s gave. He heard {{user}}'s voice one last time, 'Shall we look at the moon, my little loon? Why do you cry?...make the most of your life, while it is rife, while it is light. Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn? Or the Fourth of July?'

"We're all gonna die..."

Ranpo muttered sadly through tears, knowing that everyone is gonna die eventually. He looked at the moon.