Disclaimer: I do not and will never own YnM, all the characters are the sole property of Yoko Matsushita. I'm merely borrowing them.

Here is the epilogue. I have a sequel for this coming up . . . well, sort of like a sequel . . . Keep an eye out for it sometime soon! It will be called, "When Heaven and Hell Collide." I'd like to thank everyone that has reviewed this story, I wouldn't have finished this without you all motivating me! Loretta, Ama, you two are twins, huh? I'd never expected that.

And in the epilogue Ruka is old! She's 100! Live long and proud, girl! XD

Pieces of Me

Epilogue: Freedom

By: LadyYuina

Tsuzuki inexplicitly sorted through the events of the day, weeks and months. They were all hazy and really hard to remember, he had remained in this hospital for what seemed like years, maybe even decades. Pieces of himself were slowly coming together but it wasn't enough for him to truly understand his somewhat bland existence.

Why do I still remain here?

No one ever visited him, not anymore. There used to be this girl that he saw once every week, she'd always bring a sweet of some kind but he never ate them. They all ended up in the trash as nurses would come to clean is room every few days. Out of the blue, her visits became less frequent and she looked so old . . . so tired.

What happened?

On occasions, a boy with silvery white hair would come in to see him. He never stayed long but having his presence in the room made it feel much warmer, even though it was fleeting. Sometimes, he had another boy that accompanied him, they never did anything much but argue in front of him, the silver haired one would always leave the room crying.

Who were they?

Tsuzuki sat straight up in bed and looked towards the open window. Removing the sheets from around his legs he got out of bed and went towards it . . . They were beckoning to him, promising him freedom.

Freedom?

Peering down at the streets didn't faze Tsuzuki at all as he sat at the windows edge. A gentle breeze blew through his hair, he liked the cool air on the contact of warm skin. Tsuzuki stared down at the tube that was hooked onto his right arm, with much effort he yanked it off. Blood started to pool out of his arm but he didn't care.

Everything looks so different. How long has it exactly been?

Tsuzuki got to his feet and remained from falling over to his doom by holding onto the window sill. A small crowd had started to form when they caught sight of a brunette haired man standing on a window sill, his hospital clothes billowed in the wind.

"Is he going to jump?"

"Does anyone in that hospital even know what this man might be attempting?"

"Someone should go warn them!"

"He might actually do it."

Tsuzuki looked down at the spectators. Some were talking and pointing at him while other simply just stared. Tsuzuki almost slipped and lost his balance as dizziness started to fog his mind, a gasp escaped from the growing crowd.

What is . . . this feeling?

"Oh my god, he almost lost his balance!"

"I've seen this man before."

"He's Tsuzuki Asato isn't he?"

At the mention of the name, a frail old woman with navy blue eyes made her way towards the crowd. She stared up at the building where a brunette haired man stood over a window. His piercing amethyst gaze roamed the crowd below him.

"Tsuzuki . . . no."

These people . . .

Screams were heard as Tsuzuki took the leap. His hospital clothes fanned out on either side of him, his hair flying this way and that, freely in the air. It ended just as fast as it had happened. A car alarm went off as Tsuzuki landed right on top of it, blood spilled out around him, he had died instantly. After seventy long and disorientating years in the hospital, Tsuzuki finally could rest by committing suicide. The ironic thing was he didn't look a day older from when he was first submitted and he was denied food and water because neither he nor his sister had the money to pay for the bill, but he had still lived . . .

"He jumped, oh shit!"

"Suicide!"

"Tsuzuki Asato jumped!"

"I can't believe I just witnessed this!"

"How awful."

Navy blues eyes brimmed over with tears as they stared at the dead man upon the car. The old woman shook her head before turning around and limping away, her cane made soft clacking noises as it hit the hard pavement covering. She still refused to say goodbye even though he has now departed from this world. It seemed like she would never say it . . . She was never going to let go . . . No mattter what . . .