I awoke to blue butterflies surrounding my laid out body. Slowly I rise from the glass like floor that I slept on. The butterflies circled me continuously it was enough to get a person dizzy. I blink, confused by my surroundings I glance around scanning the area. To my right I sense something so I stretch my arm out, the blue fog seemed to surround my arm, as if consuming my entire arm. From this endless night sky I hear faint voices, they seem to be screaming, crying, cheering, the voices grew louder making me wince to hold my head in pain. I hold my head more and wait for it to be over until a loud Ping was heard. Finally I look up, only to find a door than the endless night. Thousands of butterflies flew past me as the door creaked open, my hair felt like it was in a tornado blow dryer. As the butterflies end the bright light emitting from the door was blinding, it creaked as the wind died down finally shining a light. The feeling felt familiar, it felt like home really. And this is where my life continues, for the second time.
Someone close to me. I felt her presence somehow. It must be something in the goddamn air for me to remember her all over again. Damn it, why do I continue to believe she'll come back? Only for me to have my hopes crushed again? I used to pray, hell I used to go to church, however there is no god. It's like God smiles down from his throne in heaven, he tests me physically and mentally. I know God laughs at me everyday, as bitter as it sounds I face the truth and reach out to it. God knows I lost someone dear to me but he won't give a damn about a guy like me. Friends? Well, they did cry, mourn, cry some more, then forget as if nothing happened. Living life as if she was never here, I ca't forget because she left her mark on me. Bastards I say her so called, "friends". It's not worth to talk about them anymore. I can't forget her because she was the one who wanted to stay with me even if I pushed her away. She was the one who remembered (besides from Akihiko) that I was stuck in a coma for a few months, she wouldn't forget me. Minako was her name, and damn what a leader she was. My name? I'm Shinjiro Aragaki, an unemployed punk who dwells on the past.