I stared at it. My home, in ruins. Fire and smoke and bombshells. This is what the Britannians had done to Japan. Destroyed everything I had, my friends, my family. I wondered if my best friend had survived. I knew my parents didn't. So much blood, I thought, then I realized that it was coming from my leg and arm. I tried to walk, to save myself, but all I did was trip and fall. Then, I felt myself being pulled up again. A miracle? I briefly looked into a pair of green eyes before I closed my own. All the while, the person kept repeating : "You'll be fine, we'll be okay…" I actually hoped what the person said would be reality. Meanwhile, I slipped into unconsciousness…
"Rina?" I opened my eyes. Someone was calling my name.
"Hmm?" was the only response I could manage.
"You're in the hospital. I can only stay for a few minutes, and I'm sorry." I looked up at the speaker. And there he was, my friend, whom I'd worried about so much. It was like someone granted a wish. There sat Suzaku, whom I'd known since I was two years old. He was just as I'd remembered him before the bombings, and even in this grave situation, he managed a small smile. Then I remembered he only had so much time he could stay.
"Why?" I said, wondering what would limit him so.
"I'll tell you later, someday."
Someday.