As Emil and Lukas are walking home from school, Emil spots a tulip peeking out of the snow. It causes a memory to surface, and he drops the package he was carrying. "Oh my god, Emil are you okay?" Lukas comes closer to get his little brother calmed down, because he knows exactly what's happening.

"Le-Leon don't!" Emil's flashbacks have been getting worse. The therapy sessions that Tino suggested haven't been helping, so all Lukas can do is try to comfort him until the fit passes.

"Shhh, Emil it's all right. You're safe," Emil barely heard those muffled words while trapped inside that memory . . .

"Hey, Emil!" The small brown-haired boy yelled.

"Oh, hi Leon," The even smaller child quietly replied, his violet eyes glistening.

"Do you wanna come to the lake with me? Yao gave me a basket of treats and said I could share them!" he held up the little woven basket.

"Uh… sure, just lemme ask my brother," he runs into the house to ask.

"Sure, just don't get sunburnt," Lukas says slathering sunscreen onto his face.

Meanwhile, Lukas had called Matthias to pick them up so Emil could rest at the house when the memory ended.

At the lake, the sun reflected off waters surface and nearly blinded the pair. "We should've brought sunglasses," complained Leon, squinting his amber eyes.

They sat on a ledge behind the waterfall, and dug into the basket. They eventually got bored so Leon started stripping his clothes off.

"Um…what are you doing?" Emil asked pointedly, staring at his friends red shirt lying on the ground.

"I'm gonna swim because it's hot out here, and I'm bored," Leon replied grinning.

"Le-Leon don't! The water's shallow near the waterfall and there's lots of sharp rocks!"

"Oh, come on, that's just what they tell us kids so we won't swim."

Emil reached out to stop him from jumping, but he was too late. Leon had jumped off the ledge, trampling some tulips that were clinging to a patch of dirt. All the white-haired boy could do was watch in horror as his best friends small body plummeted towards death.

Years of therapy followed that occurrence, but something so horrible can never leave the mind of someone so young.

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