Daryan, I still can't believe you would do this.
I thought I knew you.
I wanted to believe in your innocence. I really did. But I can't hide from the truth. How long have we been friends? About ten years? You'd think you'd know someone in that amount of time.
Klavier reflected on the time he spent with Daryan, when they first met, when they got the band together, then when he watched his friend being taken away in handcuffs.
He looked at an old frame with a picture of them from when they both teenagers. They both looked happy, innocent. Just two best friends.
Friends...
He picked up the frame and put it in the same box which was full of pictures of himself and Kristoph. A box full of memories he never wanted to look at.
Klavier picked up his acoustic and began to play a song that he and Daryan had written together a few years ago, but any song the had worked on together depressed him now. It reminded him of the time when everything was alright.
He clenched his fists, his sadness turning into anger. He felt betrayed. Who was left? Who was left for him? The people closest to him became murderers for their own selfish reasons. Klavier began to feel alone. He began to wonder of it was his fault, if maybe he could've prevented it.
Just maybe...
He didn't want to, but he forced himself to look at the picture one more time.
'I thought I knew you, Daryan...
I thought I knew you...'