Kou had a bored expression as he mindlessly walked down the street he knew so well, bag over his shoulder. He glanced up at the pale sky. The sun was sinking towards the west, beautiful cream-orange rays reaching high into the sparse clouds. Kou's brown eyes returned to the road. The young teenager was trying not to think of Futaba, the girl he had loved so much before the accident. The accident.. it wasn't supposed to happen, like all accidents. She was accepting and innocent, but the world took her anyways. The twisted world took her mind and made it black. Kou curled his fingers into his hands in his pockets. His nails dug into the soft skin on his palm, but he didn't care. Not much mattered anymore. Kou had fallen back into the spiral he entered so many years ago, before his mother's tragic end. Everyone he loved left. He knew that. Yet, in a quiet desperation, he got close to those he loved. Especially Futaba Yoshioka. Kou couldn't get her out of his mind. The way her brown hair fell over her shoulders and the way her golden eyes sparkled with joy. That was all before the storm took her. Somehow, she learned to hate herself and everything she did. Kou couldn't stop her from taking a knife's blade to her neck and slicing.

He couldn't stop a single thing anymore.