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Hey Tadashi,

Today was an awful day.

I feel like I lost you again.

I can't think. I can't breath. I can't even cry.

Your funeral was today. It was... It was. There are no words to describe the emptiness I feel without you. It's almost as if the pain is physical, like I got punched in the stomach and the wind got knocked out of me. Everyone says you were a great man, and will always be with us. But you're not. You are not really here, and I am alone. No more hugs, no more smiles, no more love.

I feel... So... Abandoned.

I don't want to go through this again. I can't even remember Mom and Dad, but I remember feeling alone. Unwanted. Deserted. Like I got left behind. But at least you were there. I could count on you to make me laugh, take care of me, and help me forget all the things that happened.

Who is going to do that now?

I feel like I lost you again today. I feel like I lost a best friend. A brother. A father.

I miss you.

I love you.

- Hiro

Hiro clicked send and sighed. He knew his brother couldn't reply, but it made the situation feel somewhat normal. He wanted it to be normal desperately. Spinning his chair around he stood up, as though his body was made of lead. It was hard for him to move, not because he was hurt, but because he was heartbroken. Making his way to the bed a couple feet away seemed to take hours. Just like everything else. He laid down and stared at the ceiling, finding patterns and calculating the number of dots created by the texture. 37 dots per inch, so approximately 3,516,480 dots in his room.

His room.

Sighing again Hiro glanced over at Tadashi's empty bed. It was neatly made just the way it always was. As if he would be coming home any minute. Another sigh. He rolled to his side to get the image out of his mind when he noticed the plate of food Aunt Cass made for him on his bedside table.

"When did she bring that in?" He silently mouthed, lips barely moving.

It was gray and dry looking, as though it had been there for hours. He thought he should probably take it downstairs. It was the least he could do for his Aunt. She was trying to be supportive in the way she knew best - food. But he couldn't eat. Nothing had flavor anymore. Everything was as insipid as under-steeped, lukewarm tea. And there was just no point.

Hiro looked away trying to find something else to focus on. Something to peak his interest and take his mind off things for a bit. He scanned his bookshelf and allowed his eyes to settle on Megabot, the robot he made last year to enter in bot fights with.

"Maybe..." He spoke aloud, but quickly shook the idea out of his head. Hiro had given up bot fighting a couple months ago when he decided to enter the SFIT showcase. It was an unspoken promise to Tadashi, and he didn't have it in him to break that promise. Not today at least.

Not finding anything to occupy his thoughts, Hiro's mind drifted back to the events of the day. The funeral had been simple and small, just like Tadashi would have wanted. After standing in the rain together, friends and family came back to the cafe to show their support and mourn with Hiro and Aunt Cass. But Hiro wanted no part of it. He wasn't ready to acknowledge that it was real. Everyone had been wearing black, but it didn't seem right. To him black felt too bold. It should have been gray he thought. Gray to match the rain filled sky. Gray to match the old food sitting on his nightstand. Gray to match his emotions lately, neither dark or light. Just simply there. Yes, he thought, gray would have been a better choice for today.

Hiro thought more about it. Gray. It was the perfect color to symbolize their brotherly bond. How he and Tadashi were together. Tadashi was the color white - bright and light, just like he had made Baymax. Hiro was black - dark and heavy, just like his micro bots. Together they were gray. A combination of the best of -

"Meow!"

Hiro quickly snapped back to reality when he heard Mochi mewing and saw that the fat cat was trying to get at the food filled plate.

"No Mochi. That can make you sick." He reacted, unsure if the food would be safe to eat, not knowing how long it had been out. Pushing himself into a sitting position, Hiro moved his legs over the side of the bed trying to gather the energy to stand. He grabbed the plate and heard it gently scrape the wooden table as he picked it up. It was heavier than he was expecting. Everything felt so heavy now. He got a better grip on the plate and stood, deciding it he was going to take it downstairs and then come back and try to sleep, which he hadn't gotten much of since the explosion. Turning to walk out of the room is when he heard it.

The small ping from his computer that let him know he just received a message.