When it ended, he was too tired to stand. Condolences were lost on him. It was a waste and he knew it - running the images through his mind as though it was going to change something. When all was said and done, the world moved on without Tadashi. And a part of his soul refused to go with them and leave his brother behind. He watched the world through a glass window; light coming and fading, birds and cars and life.
Hiro understood what he was supposed to do. Face them all, and move into his *bright* future. He was supposed to be grateful for the time he had had with him. But what no one else seemed to have seen, was the world had shattered. So softly and so quietly in all of the noise, that people continued to pass by without realizing. But a light was gone. Another spark of hope ripped from Earth.
And sorrow made any attempt to move a feeble one at best. His hands limply gripped the baseball cap.
Life. It was a defiled thing now, a weight. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do with it.
They were selfish thoughts, a part of his brain supplied. But they didn't feel so selfish now. Days continued to go by, and he kept wondering when he could breathe again. When grief would fade. His listless form was hunched over in a chair, still holding onto the hat - the memories, the pain.
He was isolated within himself, and he hadn't the courage to hope for freedom.
A/N: First time writing for this fandom/movie... And, of course I managed to write the most depressing thing I could for it... *Huff* Either way. Feedback would be amazing, thank you.