Iori knew it wasn't the drivers fault. It was his for not looking both ways. He only looked one. No one thought he was going to live, but he clung onto life. But then again, he broke most of the bones in his body. He had been locked away in his room, no visitors allowed. He had waited four years to go outside. Then twelve, now sixteen, there was so much Iori hadn't learned. He walked outside, not knowing what to expect. And what he found surely was the most surprising thing he had ever seen.
She was beautiful. Her purple hair fell down to her calves, and she had beautiful red eyes. Iori never believed in love at first sight, until now. He hadn't even met her, and he was smitten by her beauty.
Dreams shatter quickly.
Her boyfriend came up to her and they started kissing. He was handsome, more handsome then him, and he had spiky maroon hair, with goggles almost hidden from view.
Goggles?!
It came to him now. Those two kissing were his old friends. He yelled, although his words were stuttered,
"D-D-Daisuke? M-M-Miyako?"
The two turned around.
"IORI?!"