This is part four, the final part. It is from Shiori's husband's POV. If he sounds a bit confused, good. He doesn't really understand anything of what's going on. Please read this last part and review.

It's been three days that he has been gone

Since the day that he broke the mother-son bond.

She has recovered and now is at home

But she is so quiet and her eyes often roam

Away from my face to the window most near

Searching for he whom she holds most dear.

I sense her pain but I haven't a clue

As to why Shuichi would ever do

Such a horrible thing to the mother he loves,

Hiding his fingers inside his gloves

Covering the crime of the hurt he has caused

In Shiori because of the son she has lost.

She tries to hide it but still it comes through

And his decision I hope he does rue.

For then he'll return to his mother's side

Where he belongs, although I feel he tried

To spare her feelings with the 'truth' that he told,

Something of legends and demons of old.

She trusts him completely and therefore can't see

The thing that's become obvious to me:

The story he told was all full of lies

But she swallowed them and each night she cries.

There is one thing I cannot understand

Who, or else what, was that mysterious man?

I saw him step through her private room's door

And someone like him I've not seen before.

Silver hair, fox-like ears, a long silver tail

And strange golden eyes whose intensity wailed

Of pain beyond anything I've ever felt,

Of hurt, of regret and a strong sense of guilt.

But beyond those the emotions don't cease

For mixed among those was the presence of peace.

He nodded my way and then he disappeared

But that look and that nod were really quite weird,

As if he knew me by face and by name

Which is all very frightening for I felt the same.

I entered the room of my injured wife

And that's when I found her struggling with strife.

And so now I wander, was his story true?

Was the silver-haired man the teen that I knew?

I don't understand; it just doesn't make sense;

But why would he choose such a crazy pretense?

His reasons and meanings, the wherefore and why,

The scribbled note that I found: "I can't let her die."

My life is now crazy, I wish I'd been warned.

But it seemed he was trying to protect her from harm.

So he's gone forever, he'll never return,

Maybe someday I'll be able to learn

The strange dynamics between mother and son

And why now, of all times, he chose to run.

But maybe no one can see his reasons for this:

The truth, a goodbye, and that one lonesome kiss.