Shivers went through my spine. In the cold, silent hallway of the hospital. I'm leaning against the icy, hard wall, making it easier to stay standing. The air smelled so cold and fresh, that it stung my senses. Making my head dizzy. I was alone, without a single soul around. Walking towards the light. The light that pierced through the darkness, like a sword. The thin line of light shown, through the slightly opened door, blinded my eyes.

I quietly walked towards the light. Squinted my eyes, and peeked inside the room. I could see 2 figures in the brightness. And...I heard whispers. I could hear my mother's faint voice.

"No-It's not possible." She whispered.

I've never heard my mother sound so scared, and... Shaken. Another voice spoke.

"I'm sorry."

This voice was low and stern. I could hear a sense of…pity. It was my doctor. I instantly fell to the ground. My knees wouldn't stop shaking, and sweat started dripping from my face. The once, cold hallway, felt like it was steaming hot in flames.

I knew what they were talking about. I didn't hear the whole story, but my mind accepted what I thought, as the truth. I couldn't move. This feeling of fear was terrifying. I just sat there. Shaking. It felt like the darkness would swallow me up, and tear me to shreds. But then, another fear shook me. A fear much more frightening than death. A fear that got me to move, and got me to start running.

As the moon came out, pushing away the clouds, my white, silver hair was shone brightly against the moonlight through the window, and the entire hallway, was brightened. I could only think of one thing while running across the moonlit hallway. The one fear and my only hope. Through my gritted teeth, all I could barely mutter out, was the word

"Nezumi".

The next morning, when the sun came up, the white haired boy's mother opened the door to his room, bringing his breakfast. She saw an empty bed, and an open window. She was at a loss of words. Walked weakly to the window, and tried hard not to lose strength in her legs.

That's when she realized, that her son has gone to chase after, the one thing that was most important to him. But, she still felt the despair of losing her only son. And tears fell out from her eyes, uncontrollably.

Karan, had known that this was going to happen. She was ready for her son to leave her any day. But she couldn't stop crying, for she loved him so much. Her knees were feeling weak, and she wanted to fall down, and cry her heart out. But she resisted, because she loved him so much.

She wanted him to be happy. Karan knew that if she were to cry right now, then her son would feel responsible for her sadness, and return home. Away from his happiness. That wouldn't have been fair to him. So karan stood up straight, and wiped away her tears. She always hoped that Sion would see her smile as he left. So karan smiled.

It was still hot and sunny as I left No. 6, and western block. The 2 places that held all my precious memories. However, my feelings on what was most important to me won't ever change. So, I won't look back. Because if I do, I'm afraid that I might run back to my mother. I have to hurry and find Nezumi. I don't have much time. The heat made me dizzy, and it was getting harder to breath.

When I reached No. 5, my heart was filled with hope. Just knowing that I was closer to Nezumi, made me more scared, of death. No. I wasn't scared of death. I was scared of the thought of leaving his side. This thought frightened me, and it took over my body. I started to run around town, to look for him.

Already, half of the day went by and it felt like my life was hung on a time bomb. Slowly, ticking away. This made me lose hope. No. 5 suddenly seemed bigger. I felt that I didn't care anymore. My body wasn't against death, and invited it in. My hope shattered. I felt like it was over for me. That's when it slowly started to rain. Afraid, that my disease would get worse by it, I ran to the nearest shelter.

..."Afraid?"

That's when it hit me. I was contradicting. I still wanted to live. That's what got me to worry about the rain. This puny, and pathetic hope left in me, made me laugh. I turned around to see, which seemed like a bar. I sat down, and ordered something to drink. The day quickly became dark. It felt like seconds to me.

Then, I heard voices behind me talking about how famous this boy became with his talent. "The boy who could sing" those words revived me. Those words gave me my hope. Feelings of fear, and joy overwhelmed me. I stood up, and ran out of the bar. That boy... could be anyone. It might not be him. But the pathetic hope that was left in me made me want to think, that it was him. That puny hope was what made me run across the rain with all my strength.

Then, I stopped. In front of 2 big doors. It was rusted, metal, and brown. This has to be the place. I knocked on the door loudly. The minute someone opened the doors for me, I raced inside, pushing away the kind man who opened the door. But then, I didn't care. All I wanted, and cared about was seeing him! The inside looked somewhat... like a stage.

With millions of people seated. On the big, semi-circle stage. I saw the one person, which changed my view on life in an instant. Seeing him once more, made me want to live! My soul screamed that out. But my body didn't listen. Pain shot through my body.

But, then I heard a voice. A song. It blew into my ears like sweet whispers. The soft singing voice belonged to Nezumi. The song washed away, all of my pain. I was able to stand up. I screamed out his name. But it collided with the shouting of all the other fans screaming his name. I screamed his name as loud as possible. But he didn't look my way. He just continued to sing with a smile. Seeing him so happy like that, made me smile.

Before I knew it, everything became black, and I fell over. I felt my life fade, as I heard the ambulance come, and pull me away from his song. I reached out as I heard his voice fade away. I couldn't speak. My voice wouldn't work. I wanted to call his name once more.

As Nezumi finished his song, a tear streamed down his cheek, and he couldn't stop crying. But he didn't know why.

"Sion..." the blue haired boy whispered.

I was carried on a stretcher to a dark room, where lights were all on me. Doctors surrounding me, panicking. I knew I was going to die. But I didn't want to. I wanted to live. So I started crying. I cried, and cried. All the fear and sadness that was locked inside poured out all at once. I cried my heart out. It wasn't fair.

I didn't feel any pain. But, my eyes wanted to close. I wanted to sleep. I was so tired. So…tired...So I let my eyes close. Am I lucky? Was I lucky to have at least heard his song for the last time? This question continuously repeated in my mind, until I felt too weak, to think. Now tears won't ever fall from my eyes, and a smile will always be on my face.

"Thank you...Nezumi"