Sai woke with a silent scream, his bed-sheets all damp and twisted around his body. Another dream about a blonde smiling angel. He was sure that it was strange he rose as it it were a nightmare whenever he dreamt, but there was a pain inside his chest that he couldn't ignore and tears ran down his pale cheeks.
What was wrong with him? Was it natural for this behaviour when you loved someone so much?
He tried to reach out for the angel in his dream but whenever he got close enough to actually touch it the angel started coughing up blood, colouring its perfect lips a shade it shouldn't have and as Sai started to scream for help the angel got ripped apart slowly by shadows and darkness. To late Sai threw himself at the angel and his arms embraced nothing, the contours of the angel disappearing to imagination and Sai was left to mourn all by himself.
For every memory he never wished to let go there was a page to illustrate it inside a little worn out book. And no matter what, he couldn't end it. Finish it off and let the angel be. Like spell-bound he kept staring at these pages as if it were a holy book and slowly, involuntarily he forgot.
That was until the next dream of the angel reminded him. Reminded him of everything. All that he never wished lost but he lost anyhow. Clunching where his heart used to be he started chanting the name of his 'brother'... the only prayer he had ever known.