Seeing that dead body was so devastating. The tightness in the chest, the throbbing mind — how to comfort Nanami when the sickest person in this situation was you? Your friend, your best friend, your love. Yu was always a ray of sunshine; and you knew it wouldn't last long, didn't you? Good people die young. Meanwhile, the bad ones put their filthy feet on the ground as if they were God, and repeat for years. It's so unfair. Oh, the scar on his sweet face, the usually cheerful and talkative lips now closed, dry, icy. It's common for this scene to be disturbing for years and years, even after so many of them.

But, tell me, what went wrong after a decade? Maybe you were just tired, maybe your chest hurt, maybe they had twisted the knife too hard in your emotional. It's not like this was really the right thing, but was seeing that curse cutting off his head really so satisfying in your heart? Say. You remember, don't you? Head falling, hands moving instinctively to grasp what had been taken as an order from your brain, but what about that damn feeling of accomplishment?

And, damn it, why the fuck are you waking up? It looks beautiful, no denying — everything perfect; crystal clear and extremely shallow waters, reflecting your blue skies and white clouds. The sun is perfect, radiant even, yet not hurting your eyes. But the main thing, he's there. "Oh! You're awake!" That voice. "No sequelae? Some wake up scarred," he scratched his jaw, smiling faintly. The scar on his face no longer exists, only the radiant smile and the smooth skin the boy always had. "I'm here with you now! We have all the time in the world!" Yu leaned towards you, observing your confused state.