The ride back home seemed nonexistent for the blonde Vocaloid. He couldn't recall even getting out of the car, or walking to his bedroom. He didn't remember when he started holding Piko's pillow against his face.

There were no more tears. Len wasn't sure he could even cry any more. He thought for sure he had to of exhausted the rest of the water in his system. He just sat there with a blank expression, staring into nothing.

It was dark. Both inside and outside. The only source of light was the shimmer of moon rays that leaked in through the windows and cascaded down on the boy. His mind had gone blank long ago, and nothing was processing. He was like a doll: lifeless.

Nothing seemed real any more. It was like his life no longer had meaning. What was his meaning of life? He was created to sing. So then why was he built to possess human feelings? It wasn't a gift, it turned out to just be a curse. Why would a robot whose prime purpose is to provide services to his master want to feel?

Master. .this was all his fault. Not only for making him have feelings, but for making Piko have a human heart. What is even the point of it? Having a real working heart doesn't make you sing better!

Len growled and grabbed the lamp next to him, chucking at as hard as he could at the wall. It shattered into fragments, one shard bounced back and slice Len's check open. But he didn't feel it at all. He felt numb to everything. His blue eyes burned with anger.

It was Taito's fault too. Why did he have to go after Piko? Someone so vulnerable. Out of everyone around him, why did it have to be him? Is it because he's jealous of the new Vocaloids? It just made no sense.

Nothing made sense to him. The world was cruel. He always knew it was, that's why he always bottled up his emotions and refused to let them out. But the one time he did, the ONE TIME, this happens.

The blonde was angry, he was upset, so many emotions were running through his mind. He was a robot. He didn't want to feel human. He didn't want to feel at all. If he can't be happy, what is the point?

Len closed his eyes tightly and sat down on the floor, gripping his head tightly. "I can't. . .Take it." He mumbled to himself.

Within a moment, there was a sudden chill that went up his spine, something whispering in his ear. Getting a strange feeling, Len shot up and backed up against the wall. "What the hell. . ."

A dim light gracefully floated down in front of him. At first it looked like snow, but the particles of light started to form into a transparent form.

"This is. . .not happening. . ." He wiped his eyes and looked back, expecting it to be gone. But it was still there. "Wait. . ." As the form emerged more, he could make out a familiar face. ". . .Piko?" Blue eyes widened a bit.

"Hi Len." The cloud was now fully formed, and smiling at him. White, feather like wisps of light formed around the ghostly figure and gave it an appearance like wings.

"I don't believe it. Is it really you? But how? What is going on?" Confusion tore through his brain as his legs became weaker. He collapsed on the ground and looked up at the angelic figure above him.

"Yes Len. .it's me." The ghostly Piko kneeled down in front of the blonde, reaching out a hand and touched his bleeding cheek. "I'm. . .so sorry I left you." His face formed into a frown, his eyebrows knitted together.

The touch on Len's check felt cold and barely there. So this was a ghost. Was it really real though? Or was he just seeing things? He wanted to believe it was really there.

"It's not your fault. . ." Tears started to well back up around his eyes. He tried to grab for Piko's hand but he couldn't touch him, it went right through. He choked out a defeated sob and covered his hands. "It was my fault. I should have been able to save you. I should have. . ."

"Len stop." He placed his hands on his shoulder and made him look up at him. "It was my fault. I shouldn't have went off on my own without knowing what I was getting myself into. But Len. . .You have to promise me something."

The blonde nodded a bit. "You have to promise me you will live on with your life. I want you to find happiness, and continue doing what you love: singing. And don't ever forget that I love you. Don't forget me. . ."

"I'll never forget you. .I love you too."

Piko leaned down and placed an nonexistant kiss on Len's lips before his figure started to fade away. "Thank you Len. . .Thank you for making my short time on earth so amazing. Thank you for everything you did for me. For loving me. For making me feel like I really belonged. Goodbye Len. And take care."

Within seconds he was gone, the light to Len's life was gone. And it was back to being dark. The blonde wiped his eyes. For the first time within the past two days a smile formed on his face. It was a sad, and broken smile, but it was a start. "Thank you, too. .Piko. . .I'll never forget you. .My white angel."