"Is that what you truly believe?" I heard him ask.
"Yes, if it implies with what I have to do with everything else."
"Do you have any more fears?" He spoke with empty, bottomless eyes that I felt like drowning.
"Which fears do you ask of?" I hear no questioning tone, only that of a lost voice.
"Because I have none."
He said with such conviction that I felt, at that moment, should I hear his voice like that once more, my world would cease to move.
"Good morning, Yuuki."
Hearing her brother's deep and velvety voice, she opened her russet-colored eyes. She smiled faintly, finally being free from that haunting moment.
In which her beloved friend, whom she treated as a brother, and treasured more, so than her life, looked at her with such cold and cruel and distant eyes. How it hurt when that person, whom she had loved and had pledged her life to, turned around and never so much glanced at her again.