He walked along the street, the noise of the crowd almost drowning out his own thoughts. It had been some time since he had done this – just walking the street, anonymous to most. It had been raining, and the emerging sunlight glared off the damp road.

It seemed that he believed in nothing these days. Nothing was real. Nothing could be real.

If he believed in something again, would he come back?

He turned his face toward the sky. The sun shone gold in his dark eyes. The gold reminded him of those eyes, that hair. The face that was only ever in his dreams. The smile that lead him along, out into the waking world.

He reached out a hand, grasping what would never be there.

He would never know what Roy had done for him.

Owari