"Dad… I have a lot of friends…"

The boy smiled sadly, tears streaming down his skull-like face. He clutched his heart, let out a small cry of pain, then leaned against the trunk of the tree where his friends had carved messages to him.

An arrow, pointing in the direction they went.

'Hurry up and come, 'ttebayo.'

'Everyone's waiting for you.'

He sank down to the ground. His head fell forward onto his chest. His hand dropped, and the blue forehead protector slipped from it.

Nearby, a flock of bright sapphire butterflies danced through the air, occasionally landing on one of the many yellow flowers that dotted the area…

Hand in mine, into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you we could take to the highway
With this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets

Meanwhile, another boy followed his teammates from tree to tree. Suddenly, a blue butterfly fluttered past him. He gasped and watched her fly away.

"What's wrong?" Asked the blonde boy behind him.

After a long pause, the first boy muttered, "…Nothing…"

I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know just how much you mean to me
And after all the things we put each other through and

A butterfly hovered around the skeletal figure of the boy, slouched against the tree. She was confused as to why he was like this; the boy was usually so full of life. She landed softly on his shoulder.

Why wouldn't the boy wake up?

I would drive on to the end with you
A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full
And I feel like there's nothing left to do
But prove myself to you and we'll keep it running

"Are you sure?" The blonde boy asked, sensing the hesitation in the other's voice.

"Yeah," He replied. But he wasn't sure. Somehow, that butterfly gave him the feeling that the worst had happened.

That butterfly flying past meant his best friend was dead.

But this time, I mean it
I'll let you know just how much you mean to me
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of everything
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold

The boy wouldn't wake up.

The butterfly, if she could have, would have sighed. She slowly flapped her wings and left the boy, unsure of her destination. She flew for a long time, until she saw a group of boys leaping from tree to tree. She noticed one in particular, the one with the spiky ponytail. She remembered her boy always being so happy around that one.

She fluttered past him, trying to let him know that her boy wasn't waking up.

'Go fix my boy,' she said in her own little way of speaking, 'he's been damaged.'

Would he listen?

Until the end, until this pool of blood
Until this, I mean this, I mean this
Until the end of...

He sighed again, looking up at the clouds he loved so much.

'Please, let him be alive,' he thought, 'please…'

I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold

'If he dies, I don't know what I'll do…'

But this time, we'll show them
We'll show them all how much we mean
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of every...

'It'll be all my fault… Oh please, let him be alive…'