This is what you get when you write at three o'clock in the morning!
I tried.
How could this have happened?
After all these years together -
She was gone.
He hadn't wanted to believe it. First she had been missing for a few days. Everyone thought - no, knew that she would turn up somewhere...somehow. He wasn't prepared for what came next.
He found her on the bottom floor of NG. She was tucked into a corner, almost unrecognizable amongst the dust and her own torn fabric.
He had denied it at first. They searched her for some type of identification and found it was - truly - who they suspected it to be.
His sobs echoed throughout the entire building.
Tohma Seguchi; world renound ex-grasper, backup singer and president extraordinaire, had been brought to his knees by one earth shattering tragedy.
He stood now before the casket; His wife and older brother-in-law standing behind him. The lid was closed and a photograph of her and Tohma had been placed on top. It was a painful reminder of the happy times that they had shared together.
Unsuccessful at containing his sobs, he shook with grief.
"It's going to be allright, Tohma. She's gone to a better place."
Mika's warm hand on his back was comforting, and Tohma nodded.
"She is going to be allright. Wherever she goes..."
Yuki rolled his eyes.
Mika kicked him discreetly.
The entire congregation bowed their heads as Tohma Seguchi's pimp hat was lowered into the ground.
THE END