He trembled slightly, head pounding. He was thinner now. He refused to eat if he thought it would add any weight to him. It was his fault after all. It was his fault that Tomo died.

He sighed, leaning on the railing of the Alcor for support. He felt as light as a feather. If he waited long enough maybe he'd fly off and be with Tomo again. Then it'd get better.

His hair blew in the wind, frail hands gripping the rail. It was a bit too strong of a breeze for him today.