Thin, pale fingers rested against white keys. Blue eyes examined the thin hands against the black grand piano. The poor boy felt so small against such a big object. Taking a shaking, deep breath, he pressed his fingers down and began to play.

anata wa ima doko de nani wo shite imasu ka?

kono sora no tsuzuku basho ni imasu ka?

He heard someone behind him join in with a violin, the gentle sound of a bow against the strings. The boy at the piano sighed, and continued playing

ima made watashi no kokoro wo umete ita mono

ushinatte hajimete kizuita

konna ni mo watashi wo sasaete kurete ita koto

konna ni mo egao wo kureteita koto

The boy continued playing, his hands moving across the piano with a practiced ease. He had played this song many times, but never with this much feeling in it.

ushinatte shimatta daishou wa

totetsu mo naku ookii sugite

tori modosou to hisshi ni

te wo nobashite mo gaku keredo

The boy couldn't help it as his thoughts drifted to his lost lover, another boy who had disappeared. It had been months ago, but the small blonde still felt the wounds as painfully as if he'd gone yesterday.

maru de kaze no you ni surinukete

todoki sou de todokanai

It didn't help that this had been one of their favourite songs to play together. One playing the grand piano, the other playing violin. The boy let out a shaky breath, swallowing his sobs as he sang.

anata wa ima doko de nani wo shite imasu ka?

kono sora no tsuzuku basho ni imasu ka?

itsumo no you ni egao de ite kuremasu ka?

ima wa tada sore wo negai tsuzukeru

Silent tears fell onto the white keys as the boy played, the lyrics shaky coming out of his mouth. The violin sounded just like it used to, months ago.

mou ichido

ano koro ni modorou

kondo wa

kitto daijoubu

itsumo soba de waratteiyou

anata no sugu soba de

He was shaking badly now, yet he continued to play. The yearning to see his lover again was overpowering. Just a glimpse. That boy was his best friend, and he meant everything to him.

The boy finished playing, the piano and violin ringing on. He turned, and saw a familiar silhouette. Hair that shone silver in the moonlight, holding a violin in his hands.
"You came back…?" He whispered, tears spilling out of his eyes.

The figure faded into the night, never to be seen again. All that was left was a small white flower petal. The boy picked it up, and cried, unable to hold back the feelings of despair any longer.

"I miss you…"