A/N: I've always wanted to write a Sorashi fic, but I never had any idea for the plot. When I heard this song, I thought "It's perfect." Enjoy the fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own the song or the anime "X 1999."

Kamui's POV

Arashi left.

She put him out

Sorata was devastated. To the best of my knowledge, Arashi never even said "goodbye" to him. I don't know why she had to disappear. But then again, no one knew. Even Yuzuriha. But I guess it had something to do with Sorata. She left him, not us, in the first place.

Like the burning end of a midnight cigarette

As far as I know, Arashi walked away without warning anyone. None of us expected her to be suddenly gone the next day. I'd never been as close to her as Sorata had, but she shouldn't do this. It seemed like a betrayal. Like we weren't important enough for her to tell us about her plans. Maybe we really weren't.

She broke his heart

Sorata took it hard. He'd always had strong feelings towards her. I remember the first time they met. He told her at that time that she was a real beauty. She looked so surprised at his words. Her frown was what had originally attracted him to her. He fell in love that instant. She was a tough one though, but he would never give up. It took him awhile to get her to acknowledge him. I'd even thought that she eventually loved him back. But I'd been dead wrong. Just like Sorata had. Her leaving was a hit he could not take. At least not that easily. I don't know how come he cared so much about a girl he met just a few weeks earlier, but it doesn't matter anymore now. He loved her, and she broke his heart when she just left him like that.

He spent his whole life trying to forget

He searched for her, but in vain. She was nowhere to be found. All that was left was a mere sheet of paper with her handwriting. It said: "it'll be better this way". Sorata could not believe his own eyes, as well as he would not agree with her note. He knew it would not be better that way. He was an outgoing person and he could make friends really easily. But without Arashi, for him it was the same as being all alone. When it occurred to him that she was not going to return, he attempted to forget about her. I think it was too painful to him to store all the memories he had of her. But the time passed and he was completely unable to throw her out of his mind.

We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time

Finally he reached for alcohol. I couldn't stop him, and I even didn't want to. It seemed to be the only possible way to help him forget, even if only for a short time. So he drank. Me and Yuzuriha watched him as he was drunk almost all the time. We really felt sorry for him, but there wasn't anything that we could do for him. We only took care of him when he could not stand on his own due to the whiskey.

But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind

However, even at such times he would whisper her name. I'd never thought that love could be so strong. That guy proved to be immune to anything that wasn't connected with her. He loved her so much that it was slowly eating him from the inside. We finally understood that there was no cure for that affection of his. We could only watch him suffer more and more…

Until the night

…until that cold night, half a year after Arashi's departure.

He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger

Me and Yuzuriha were out for some reason. I can't even remember why. It didn't matter to me after I'd learned what Sorata had done to himself. I have no idea where he got that gun from. I guess he must've been hiding it from us for quite a while. And since no bottle of alcohol could help him forget, he chose a bottle that would shut his memory forever.

And finally drunk away her memory

Needless to say, he succeeded. No more would he torment himself over his broken heart. He would never cry again because the only woman he'd ever loved had left him with no goodbye.

Life is short, but this time it was bigger

Sorata was a young man, he had yet to truly live his life. Actually, he could be doing anything. He was a talented guy, he was a Seal, he could cook really well and was gifted with making friends. Had it not been for Arashi, he could've been a successful and happy man. But the love he had for her eliminated any possibilities of him living a happy life.

Than the strength he had to get up off his knees

It just…crushed him. All the memories, all the pain… I think he just didn't have enough strenght to live without Arashi. She was everything to him. I know that in fact he was strong, but even strong people have moments when they need to kneel down. This was the moment for Sorata to kneel…and never stand up again.

We found him with his face down in the pillow

Yuzuriha was the first to arrive home. I got there ten minutes later. She met me in the hall all in tears. At first I couldn't understand what was going on, but then I got that strange feeling that it had something to do with Sorata. We rushed to his room together. Yuzuriha opened the door and then I saw him. He was lying in his bed, all covered with blood. His right hand was hanging loosely off the bed, gripping a gun. I immediately understood what had happened. It shocked me…but truth to be said, I should've expected something like that.

With a note that said "I'll love her 'till I die"

Sorata's left hand remained clenched onto something. It took us several minutes to open his fist and take out a small sheet of paper. It read: "I'm sorry. I can't go on like this anymore. I can't forget about her. I know that I'll love her until I die. If so, then let me die and finally forget about her." Yuzuriha started panicking after seeing this. She cried and trembled uncontrollably. It was really hard to calm her down.

And when we buried him beneath the willow

The funeral was a small one. There were only a few people: me, Yuzuriha, Aoki-san… I contacted the Koya mountain to ask them if we should send Sorata's body there for them to handle the burial. However, they said that if he was truly our friend and if we want it, we might bury him ourselves. So we prepared the funeral. The funny thing is that the weather on that day was quite nice. The sun was shining and there was only small fresh breeze. Yuzuriha cried all the time. I tried to comfort her, but to no avail. Besides, I cried as well. Sorata was my friend after all. He protected me, as he had promised me. And…well, maybe it wasn't supposed to be like that, but…he really died because of a woman that he loved.

The angels sang a whiskey lullaby

Me and Yuzuriha were the closest to him, so we stayed at his grave the longest. It got quiet and peaceful after all the people left. I thought that this would be…I don't know…like…more eyecatching I guess… Sorata was one of the Seven Seals, yet nothing much happened after his death. I thought that it was unjust. And then I saw it. Well, it might be a coincidence, but I don't believe it was one. I believe it was a sign. From the sky, from Heaven, one single feather dropped. One feather white like snow flew down and landed just on Sorata's grave. At least the sky welcomed him properly. He was worth it. He was a good person and it's awful that he had to die like this. But maybe he was destinied to end up that way from the very beginning.

The sad thing is, I didn't see Arashi at the funeral. Neither did Yuzuriha. No one did.