Warning: this story contains supposed child death. Please be careful.

No one's POV:

"You can't catch me, Tori!"

"No fair! I can't run as fast as you!"

The raven-haired 8-year-old laughed as his best friend chased him through the woods. Tori, a young girl with fire-red hair and jade eyes, called after her friend again, "Wait up, Shun!" Shun stopped and spun around, which caused Tori to slam into him head on. The pair tumbled down the hill, laughing.

When they reached the bottom, they found a picturesque pond. Lily pads and cattails rimmed the edges, while koi fish swam below the surface of the water.

"Wow, it's so pretty!" Tori exclaimed. Like you, Shun thought. Yes, he was only 8, but he still thought Tori was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. "Tori?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you like me?"

Tori laughed, "of course, idiot!" Shun smiled and asked, "then will you marry me?" he held out a small ring made of wood. It was painted red, with birds etched into it. "Oh, Shun!" Tori gasped, "I love it!"

"I made it for you," he said. She smiled and hugged him, "yes, I promise." Then she whispered in his ear, "I always keep my promises."

Shun grinned. Then, while his guard was down, Tori pounced. "Yes! I got you!" she shouted. "Oh no, you don't!" yelled Shun, and they were back to chasing each other with a light hearted-ness that is lost as you grow older.

That was the last time Shun ever saw Tori.

The next day, she was headed off to school and a drunk driver T-boned the car on the driver's side.

Her mother was killed instantly, and shards of glass buried themselves in Tori's face and neck, before her vision went black.

"Are you Mrs. Kazami?" the officer asked Shun's mother when she opened the door.

Five hours after the wreck, the police had come to notify the friends and families of the victim's.

"Yes, I am," Mrs. Kazami replied. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but your friend, Rose Hashanli, as well as her daughter, I'm afraid they've been killed in car crash," said the police.

"NO!" Shun yelled. He burst out from where he'd been hiding behind a door in the hallway. "Tori's not dead! She can't be dead!" he cried.

"I'm so sorry, kiddo," the man said gently. "No, you're not! You didn't even know her!" Shun shouted, and ran off to his room.

Shun cried until his throat was sore and his head ached. He felt as though his heart had been ripped out and stabbed with a dagger. The eight-year-old boy just wanted to curl up in a corner, and die.

You can't say I didn't warn ya. But don't worry, It's not done yet!