They say when a person dies it's their voice we forget first. I don't think that is true because even after all these years I can still clearly hear his mocking laughter. Don't make mistakes, don't get attached to anything or anyone and it won't get louder. That's how I lived until he came. Misaki. Misaki could make it stop, he could make everything better. I started to think, to hope that he would save me. I was wrong. Now he is gone and the laughter is back louder than ever before. I won't hide from it anymore. I will embrace it, make it mine and use it. It's a part of me, I'm the laughter. Misaki.
Why won't you look at me, Mi~sa~ki?