Black...

Many hours had passed before Toshio finally began to wake up. He slowly opened his eyes to a new morning sky, tinted pale blue. Few birds dotted the sky this morning and the slight scent of blood lingered in the air. A low humming noise was lingering too, untrusting and cruel.

Don't worry about it - I'll always be there!

Look... take my hand -you'll be fine.

Hey, don't cry. I know it not much but you've me now and I'll always be there, promise!

PROMISE

Words kept repeating themselves as they played on and on in Toshio's head. He could hear them perfectly in Taro's voice and remembered clearly when he said them. And, within a minute, he found himself unwillingly crying. Clear, crystal tears rolled down his pained face.

"When will we... meet again...?" He silently muttered to himself.