Chapter 5
Everything had began to collapse. The singer's thoughts of how everything would go perfectly fine tonight…all of it had shattered with the slam of the door. As much as he despised what the novelist had told him, he did not run away as soon as he had exited the front door. He had stood there..silently..with his hands lowered to his sides, some little water droplets hitting the concrete of the walkway which led up to the novelist's house now. The singer had given a gentle sigh, already regretting what he had said to the novelist, but knowing that he could not take it back now even if he wanted to. He was trapped to only walk into the rain..which had began to mix with his tears as the little droplets hit his face lightly, shattering..just as his dreams had. As the novelist had began to finally finish off the cigarette, he had slowly reached over to the ashtray, now pushing it down into the glass container, pausing for a moment as he began to feel his chest tighten quickly. "Erg…wh…what the..hell…". The novelist had no idea what had began happening to his body as he had disposed of the cigarette. It was not his heart that had began to crush, but yet, his sternum.
As the idol's face had risen to the rain, he had looked into the distant darkened sky which he was so familiar with being filled with the stars he wished upon. His wishes were not there tonight. It was then he had finally realized how horrible his day had actually been, and the hope he had wished upon had vanished..filled with cold little rain droplets which sent a slightly sharp feeling through each one as they hit his cheeks lightly. As the singer had began thinking to himself now, he had lowered his head slowly..looking at the ground now as some water began to flow smoothly from the top of his head, down to the strands of hair which had been dangling in front of his eyes..now watching as the water had made somewhat of a waterfall, watching the thin stream of water fall from his bangs and hit the concrete of the sidewalk now. "It…it's all my fault..heh. Isn't it…Yuki..?".
As he had remained standing less than a minute away from the novelist's house, he had no idea what had been going on inside now, since he stepped out just a few moments ago. The novelist had already fallen to the cold wooden floor of the living room now..clenching his fingers tightly around the front of his shirt..ripping off one of the buttons from where it had been located, his chest continuing to send that horrible feeling throughout his body. "Kita…zawa…". With what seemed to sound as if it was a cry for help from his childhood, his eyes had slowly began to close now as he had remained laying down on the wooden floor, motionless..with everyone in the world returning the favor of the ice king's emotions back towards him..leaving him to lay there…helpless. The singer had slowly lifted his head up and looked back at the novelist's house one last time..his lips curling into a smile as he bowed his head lightly. "Have a wonderful life..Yuki.".