A month has passed since the incident. They said they wouldn't be long. They said they would be back. They said they loved you... But the plane still crashed. It still killed your parents despite their comforting words.

It took a massive toll on you and Akira... Since he just turned 18, he was able to find a small apartment for you both to live in. Despite this, you haven't seen him smile even once... Even when he claimed he was happy, you knew it was all a lie, and he knew it too. Everything felt like lies.

Akira made the new, small home to comfort you and your needs, yet when you'd walk into his room, it only made you want to curl up in a ball and forget this ever happened...

It was another one of those nights where he just wanted to be quiet... Silent.

He sat on the balcony with a cigarette between his lips.. Even in the middle of winter where there were multiple inches of snow, he didn't bother to cover up... The most he had on was a thin hoodie. Akira visibly shook, but he didn't even spare you a glance as he exhaled the smoke into the chilly, winter air.