Dear Shark,

I never really told you this, although I probably should have when I still had the chance to do so. There were so many times I could have easily done it, so many wasted opportunities, I could have grabbed but I didn't.

I didn't, because I was too stupid and dumb and told myself that it's because I cared so much about our friendship. I was so foolish for not seizing the day, even when I was the one that kept telling everyone to kattobingu and grab any chance they got and not to care about how small that chance was.

I was foolish for believing our friendship could last forever like it was and a coward for not daring to take it to the next step when I could have done it. I thought we could be friends forever as long as I didn't ruin with my stupid feelings, feelings I wasn't even sure about back then.

There's a tear about roll down his cheek and to fall on the paper, but he desperately tries to hold it back, knowing many others would follow if he'd let the first one out. He has cried enough already, after all this time, he should be over it. He should have stopped crying years ago, he should have started to move on, but he just can't.

I was young, back then, Shark, young and dumb and stupid. Both of us were, somehow, don't you think so, too?

I miss these days.

I also miss you.

The tear runs down his cheek and he quickly brushes I away, forcing his face to form a smile, forcing his voice to laugh.

You never really betrayed us, you know, I really want you to know this. I need you to know that you're still my friend, that I don't care whether you're Ryoga Kamishiro or Nasch or some ancient prince, because whatever you are, I will always be by your side.

You're my friend. Even now, when death and thousand of years and so many other things are keeping us apart, you're still my friend.

He wants to be happy again. He also wants his friend back.

I loved watching you duel. I loved seeing you next to your ridiculous motor bike with your ridiculous helmet on. I loved watching you smile, although you only rarely did, but when you did, I could always know for sure that it's an honest one and not one of these forced smiles.

Does the hand holding the pen starts shaking or is it his whole body shaking, he wonders as he tries to hold back these broken sobs escaping him.

I never knew how to tell you this, but you should also know that I do love you. You should know that I have always loved you and that I will never stop loving you.

When all these tears he held back finally start falling, he gives in, lays his head on to the table onto the letter and cries. He doesn't write the last line down, just waits until the tears stop falling.

Later, he dumps the letter, because you can't send a letter to someone who is already gone. Though the last line keeps echoing through his mind, but he won't write it down, knowing that as long as it's in his head, he wouldn't forget it, even if it'd haunt him forever.

You should know that I won't forget you.