Getting Fuyuko into a taxi, and seeing her off, Kazutora started walking back to his apartment. Bittersweet aftertaste of their first date made him light a cigarette after cigarette. Ever since he heard the word "fault" from her, his mind has been full of memories he never wanted to revive again. Lost in his thoughts, before he realized it, he found himself at the cemetery.
"Baji..." Reaching his friend's grave he burst into ugly crying. He never actually grieved his death properly. He hasn't cried for him when he died. Not even in jail. Not even when he first visited his grave. At least, none of those tears he did in fact shed were simply caused by his immeasurable sorrow for his friend's passing. But now, he finally did. The valve was finally open. He could let out all that built up pain that had weighed him down for years.
"Baji... I'm so sorry! So, so sorry! I should have listened to you that time! You were right!... It was a bad idea. The worst! Shin'ichiro-kun... Mikey... forgive me! I'm sorry..."
Kneeling in front of the Baji family grave, leaning with his left hand against the gravestone, facing the ground, he cried his heart out. Bitter tears flowed down his cheeks and nose, wetting the marble beneath him.
With the cold wind getting stronger, rustling the branches of the nearby trees, the night sky started crying together with him.
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Make sure you take good care of my little sis… best friend!