Eyes Rutherford had been in the middle of composing a new song on his piano when someone had knocked on his door. He had expected it to be Rio or Kousuke, or even little Narumi, with more bad news. Instead it was someone he wouldn't have expected to be knocking on his door for a million years.
Dioka Murakami was slumped, only half-conscious it seemed, against the doorway. Eyes looked down at her, shocked to see one of his closest friends (who he hadn't seen since his adolescent years), lying at his feet. Her charcoal black hair was messily draped over her face, and it looked like she hadn't had a haircut since he had last seen her. Her skin was paler than he ever remembered, and there were dark shadows under her closed eyes. She hadn't changed much since last time.
Her eyelids fluttered and opened. She saw him and smiled sleepily.
"Hello, Eyes. I haven't seen you in a while." Her voice was soft and gentle, but hoarse, like she hadn't spoken in a long time...
With that, her head fell back onto her shoulders, and her coarse breathes became quiet and rhythmic.
"Hello, Dioka." he whispered, even though he knew she was already asleep. "I've missed you."