Ring.
Ring.
"You have reached the home of Eiri Yuki, please leave a message after the beep"
Beep
Eiri, you there? I know you're there.
I know you read the newspapers.
I bet you even heard it on TV... it's everywhere.
Yeah, they say he died.
Look, try to understand, it wasn't your fault.
No trigger was pulled.
No one was to blame okay, Yuki?
He was sick, really sick Yuki and… well, New York changed him a lot.
Yuki, don't be too hard on yourself.
He's in a better place now, aren't you happy?
I know I might not make you feel any better but please don't hurt yourself.
Shuichi wouldn't like it.
You know how much he loved you.
Yuki stop it, he… was tired and he needed something to make him happy too.
It's not like you cared anyway.
Look, I'm sorry. We'll just talk again some other time.
Yuki, don't do anything to yourself, okay?
Shuichi loved all of us, but he loved you the most.
Click. End of the call.
Beside the machined was a picture of a pink haired boy holding a stuffed panda in his arms. Smiling happily to the man on the other side.
