Firstly, before I start, I should put up a trigger warning. This chapter contains themes like Suicide, death and depression, so if you are sensitive about the things above then please don't read.

Secondly, I would like to apologize for any inconsistencies in my writing. I, myself have never experienced anything like this, even though I attempt to write as accurate as possible, things are going to be wrong.

Lastly, and most importantly, if you do experience anything like mentioned in this chapter; I urge you to keep living. I know you likely have seen so much stuff about "life getting better" but I would just like to say, whoever you are, wherever you are,

This one is for you.

POV:Sachi

I watch as the red figure trails her way down the hill, her features masked in the hood she had pulled over her face.

I don't blame her for any of her reactions. In fact, she is has a bravery I only wish I could have. A disregard of caution to save others.

I could never be like her.

She was solo, truly and utter alone now that Kyo was gone. But despite that, she was able to keep the crest of her hood high.

I want to reach after her, to clasp her close and tell the girl that everything was going to be alright.

But that would make me a lier as well as a coward.

An utter sense of helplessness washes over me. No matter how hard I try, I can never, never seem to help anyone. Kyo, Kira, all my team mates in The Blackcats.

They all seem to help me. And I can never be good enough to help them back.

I am weak. That's why Kyo is dead. One tiny slip up, one nudge of those dominos and everything tilts.

So I vow. Then, there, whilst I clench my fist bone white. I will be strong.

I will be strong.

I will be strong.

I will be strong.

If I say it enough times will it come true?

Silence hums between us, like the NPC's awful music back in the town of beginnings, an annoying but welcomed sound.

Except, it isn't a sound really. Silence is defined by the absence of sound. So what would be the absence of thought be called?

If there were such a word, I know that is what Kira would be experiencing. The mental shock and blankness of something your brain cannot comprehend.

The death of your closest friends.

I understand what she is feeling, I know. I could never forget that day. The day the most important person in my life had taken his last breath.

[Flashback start!]

It wasn't my mother or my father; the trash who never quite cared enough about me, only their star child, my brother.

Despite our parent hatred for me, my brother was different. He was bright, considerate and when he smiled, it was like when the sun came out from under the clouds.

Until he was beaten by something even brighter than the sun; a hot, burning raging fire.

"I will always come back for you." Was the last words he said to me, the cupping of my face his last touch.

And when he placed the whale pin badge I always admired into my hand, I knew, and he knew, he wasn't going to make it.

The backing for the pin was missing as he shoved it over to me, the sharp point pricking, tearing my still young skin.

Then he turned his back on me, just like my parents who stood there. Stood there as he walked back in.

And never graced me with his smile again.

A couple of months later, the cool bars of the bridge prickled my hand just like the badge had and the brush of the wind against my face wasn't enough to convince me I was still living.

Living while my brother was not.

If I jumped, launched myself off here, would everything me okay?

Even if it was going to be, even if I could see my brother again, just long enough to give him back the whale pin badge now pinned to my uniform.

I would do anything.

Yet, once a coward, always a coward. I could never quite bring myself to take that extra step.

But he thought I might. And that's all that mattered.

"You aren't planning to jump, are you?" A boy with caramel hair asked one day, just like a passing thought.

I didn't have the nerve to say anything back, the humiliation I was even considering it pressed against my back.

"I always see you stand there, like you are waiting for someone." I can even hear his voice now as he said it.

"Are you going to jump because you think they are waiting for you?"

"I just want to give something back." I managed to choke out.

"With your life?"

I shook my head. "No. An object. They gave it to me before they died."

I don't know why I found myself saying the words, they just seemed to flow out in an never ending stream of sentences.

"If they gave it to you, and they cherished it, they most likely never want it back."

The boy lent on the bridge support, his shoulder almost skimming where the metal bit my hand.

"And if they would be happy seeing you take your life for them, they didn't deserve you in the first place."

The boy said "And if no one would be sad that you died, I will be sad for everyone who is missing out on an amazing person."

His gaze was ignited, though not like fire, like a pure spark of light. Of the sun.

Silence hummed between me and the strange boy. Silence in the absence of sound, but in my brain, it was dancing. Alive for the first time since that soul consuming fire.

"Thank you," Words stumbled into sentences. "For everything"

The boy laughs, turning away from me calling over his shoulder "Everything? You are missing out on everything."

As he walked away, I stammer over the words in my brain, figuring which ones to ask to shape the question

"What is your name?"

But like an escaping butterfly, my courage, along with the boy flew away.

I only had to wait a couple of months for the answer. The boy who saved my life was in my class in junior high school. I only sat behind his brightness.

All I wanted to do was to thank him. To truly and properly thank him for all that he had done.

Only my small courage never great big enough. I could never, never get the words out.

For two years it continued like this and while I couldn't bring myself to utter a word, others had.

A girl, brown from her eyes, hair and skin. Rich, popular, the boy's everything. Whilst I was his nothing.

I hated her unlike anything else, for no good reason other than she was everything I wasn't.

And as that gap grew, my time was running out and then, I managed to get my thanks out.

Behind the shed, wedged between chipped wood and brick wall. And when I lent up to kiss him on the cheek, he told me he liked someone else.

And I told him I already knew that.

That boy's name, the boy who saved my life was one I could never forget.

And now he is more than likely dead because of stupid weak me.

That boy's name was Kyozo Katuo.

And he was my everything.