Look at me. I'm a wreck. You wouldn't recognize me, would you? I'm clutching a bottle of sake. I'm sitting all alone, in my room. The door's locked. Today was the day, wasn't it? Sake is alcohol. You're dead and buried but still I can't seem to let go. Shin is all that's between you and I. I've drunk half of it all ready.
Do you know Shin? He's the little brother of the guy who…killed you. Even in thought I shy away from the fact that…that…you're gone. He's all grown up now. So am I. I've got long hair and glasses now. Don't be jealous!
Shin and I are, well, if you're a ghost or spirit or something, you know all ready, don't you? But still, Shin and I are lovers. Bordering on…four months? I see myself in the mirror.
A depressed drunkard. My hair is free, my glasses on the table stand. What a perfect picture, me half-unconscious on the bed, clutching the bottle of sake. I think if I reach for the remote shutter, The camera will be all set, pointing in the mirror. Just a click and this photo will be ready to develop.
But that can wait until tomorrow. You are today and tonight. I can't wait until I finish this bottle. It's empty on the floor. How did that happen? I don't care. Shin's knocking on the door. Poor guy. Sake is alcohol. I've gotten drunk. Why? I think that picture will be perfect. I might make a lot of money. Shin, oh, he's pounding on the door. Why didn't you ever pound? I love you. I loved you.
"Oh, Ash…"