Wow, am I still alive?

Hey, guys! This is the official sequel to Red Diamond, the book which is the closest to my heart. For all those who are new here, I suggest reading Red Diamond before this, because without it, this story is going to make no sense.

[PS the story has two sequels which are not related at all to each other, but are alternate versions of the sequel of Red Diamond]

Well, I got just a couple reviews for the last chapter of the previous book, so obviously, I wasn't impressed at all, but hey, this is the new book. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the anime Brothers Conflict, but my OCs. The content doesn't intend to harm anyone in any way.

Prologue

Narrator's POV

She lay dead in his arms.

Her chest had stopped heaving, her body had run cold, her eyes had closed, and there, she lay dead in his arms. Neither the cheerful smile was plastered on her face, nor the mischievous glint shone in her eyes. Just crimson colored stains tainting her outfit, her face, her body. It wasn't like the usual Sabrina – the one who was always cheery, the one who was nauseous upon the sight of blood, the one who wouldn't kiss him right there and then.

The screams still rung in his ears. The way she had called out for him before she was killed. And as unbelieving the situation was, he could only cradle her up in his arms, while the million moments he had spent with her flashed across his mind, and he thought – is this just a nightmare?

Numb, he sat there. Faintly hearing the twins approaching him from behind, he paid no heed to anyone, but the disaster before his eyes. His entire world had come crashing down to pale eyes and cold skin and fresh blood – all in front of his eyes.

He couldn't think – his mind couldn't process what was going on.

With his eyes stuck on her beautiful – but covered with blood – face, he traced his finger along her face, pushing away the strands of her brown hair off her features. She was smiling – or was he making it up in his mind? A tear leaked from the corner of his eye, and then more, and then even more.

It had just been a couple of minutes, but he already missed her. How could he go on without her? She was his one huge reason to live, and with her gone, what was the point in continuing to live?

All this just had to be a nightmare. One extremely bad nightmare.

But she was so dead.

Layers of sweat covered Natsume's body, as he woke up with a start, frightened as ever. While this recurring memory shouldn't have been a surprise to him, since he had the same nightmare ever since Sabrina's demise, the scars were still fresh.

Clutching the white bed spread, he tried to hold back his tears yet again, and he failed to do so, yet again.

His reason for living was long gone. Six months had passed without him seeing her soulful smile, or him joining in her mindless chatter, or him sharing the kisses she delved passionately into. It hurt. So bad.

Running his free hand through his tangled mess of hair, he leaned against the head board of his bed, slowly sinking back to his pillow and laying down, his mind involuntarily replaying her death.

"What happened? Was it a bad dream again?" A sweet, feminine voice rung in his ears. He looked around, once again wasting his energy to find the source of the sound.

He sat up straight, and rubbed his eyes, and then noticed Sabrina sitting at the corner of the bed. Smiling lightly, she was looking into his eyes, wearing the same old clothes from that night. Her fading light blue crop top, worn over black t-shirt and jeans, tainted with splotches of blood.

"Looking for me?" She spoke, her voice so... distant. Natsume stared at her, and she crawled over to him, and caressed his face with her delicate hands. Yet, somehow, it wasn't her touch. The soft, loving touch she used to have.

She enveloped him into a hug, with him again feeling the remoteness, and he doubted – why had she lost her soft touch in the late six months.

"Don't worry; I'll be with you forever." She stated in that same old unfamiliar distance.

Growing frustrated with himself, Natsume looked at her and wondered – who was she? If she was Sabrina, then why did her voice seem so distant? Why did her touch seem unreal? Why did her silhouette fade every fifth minute or so?

Was it her ghost? Or was she just a fragment of his imagination?

Well, his love story was tragic.