The rain clashes down upon the otherwise silent Central. Inside a corner stands a lone man, clad in red and blond hair undone cascading down his back, standing silently with his head tilted towards the sky

There is no tomorrow, is there?

The people who were unfortunate enough to get stuck in the rain lifted their coats in defense. A group of teenagers stands out among them, talking and laughing as though the rain did not exist. Their flushed cheeks and bright smiles lit up the sidewalk.

I envy you

He knows someday they will realize, just as he had, that humans live, then die. And once they die. All is hopeless

It's the cycle of life. Who am I to question it?

The rain mixes with his tears as they drip down the sidewalk. He is barely breathing, unable to think, he is as good as dead.

It's hopeless, fruitless. Why did I have to raise our hopes? Everything will disappear anyway.

"Nii-san?"

A voice calls from the darkness. A hand gestured. A breath exhaled.

There is no tomorrow, which may be true.

But for you, little brother, I will create one.

"I'm here, Al."


A/N: WAHHHHHHH! This is so suckish! But it's just something to say that I'm still alive.