Hamaya was bored and sad. Emiri and Hamaya had a good time, but it was awkward. She was interesting to talk to, but most of the time she seemed to space out. That weekend when they were walking in the park, she suddenly would stop walking and stare at her feet as if every detail was the most complex and essential part of life.

Hamaya didn't disturb her; it was recognizable that she needed some moments to think alone, he was afraid he was crowding her too much.

Hamaya missed the old Emiri, even if all she thought about was Matrix, at least he didn't feel as if something terribly wrong might happen any minute.

He tried to distract himself with Sexy Magnum magazines. Boobs, boobs. Butts, butts. Sexy, sexy. Swimsuits, swimsuits. Curves, curves… it was a suitable distraction for half an hour, but Hamaya had seen it, the point in even looking at it seemed loss.

He threw the magazine on the floor. This was the first ever that he wasn't interested in looking at porn.

Hamaya's only back up for emergencies like this was to write poetry (author's note: if you read the character profile in book # 8, you discover Hamaya writes poetry).

He took his pen and notebook, and started writing the words. The hardest part about writing a poem for Hamaya was how too begin it; he felt the way the poem started influenced the rest of the poem. It was always the beginning and the end that was a challenged.

The tip of the pen hovered over the paper for a moment. He thought of everything that was bothering him, everything he wanted to express on paper. His parents, his brother, his house, his burden, what people expected from him, Emiri and then he finally wrote, the words flowing through him.

I seek for your presence

Everyday of my life was filled with remorse

I drowned within it

I was surrounded with darkness

To the point that I was blind.

When I finally find the reflection of the sun

My only light

I discover that I am farther from my goal than ever before.

I search kindness and guidance

But it is on the other side of the surface of the ocean

I cannot escape the binds that tie me

The oceans hands pulling me down

The waves that push me deeper

So that I am trapped forever

In the cold, eternal isolation of the ocean.

I ask the sun to dry away the water

So I may breath again

So I may be free and warm.

I drift away inevitably.

I wait for you my sun, Emiri

To guide me,

To save me.

Hamaya hid his rough draft in the drawer of his desk, it could use work, but this was just a brain storm of his thought.

Hamaya suddenly felt exhausted. It was only 21 o'clock (for people who don't understand, it means 9 o'clock),being tied to the bottom of the ocean alone made him feel sleepy. The heavy weight of water pushing around him, the cold of the ocean, his constant struggle to reach the sun… it was all getting to him…