It was raining. Luckily, it wasn't a merciless downpour, but it was enough to set a gloomy mood, and after the night spent crying on Tatsumi's couch, it was just bad enough to make the little trip unnerving. Still, Tastumi had managed to convince him to go, and now, he was standing in the cemetery.
Watari looked behind him at his friend, hugging the bouquet of flowers he had brought. The rain trickled down upon him, and it made his hair droop with horrible moisture. He didn't want to be there alone, and thank good ness Tatsumi was there. He assured the other man that he wasn't leaving, and Watari got back the nerve to turn back around.
The graves he stopped at were small, but lively. Plastic flowers had been placed at the sites, but they drooped, indicating that no one had been there, recently. Slowly, he knelt down to fix them, and he sadly rose his head to look upon the names carved onto the tombstones. Again, he could see both of their shining faces, and then… after the crash.
Watari quickly turned his head away. he couldn't bear to see their mangled forms in his mind again. The scientist just couldn't bear the weight of the lifeless stare of the girl he ad helped save, and the brother who loved her so much, and thanked him. A wet hand softly fell on his shoulder, and Watari looked up. Tatsumi was trying to be comforting, and he helped keep him dry, by holding the umbrella over him. Sighing, Watari looked back to the graves.
"Young ones… I'm sorry I've not been by in a long time. Wherever you are, I hope you are both well."
He dind't know what else to say. He looked back to Tatsumi, silently pleading for them to leave, but the older man shook his head.
"…It's been so long… but, I've never forgotten what happened. You two… neither of you deserved what happened. I mean, it just wasn't fair, either! I mean, you were both… so young! And your sister had just gotten an operation! She was given another chance to live… and it was suddenly taken away from her! …"
Watari hit the ground in front of the graves, and his tears mixed with the rain. If he hadn't also been sobbing, no one would be able to distinguish the two.
"I'm sorry… I guess it just wasn't meant to be. You were wonderful children… so strong and full of life. You wanted to become doctors, just like me! I remember you saying that… well, I hope you get your wish. Maybe in another life. I really don't know what became of either of you. Still, I wish you the best… rest in peace. Both of you… We may meet again, someday."
Watari wiped his eyes and placed the bouquet across both graves. And suddenly, he felt lighter on the inside. He had finally said what he meant to, and now, he was able to smile. Tatsumi sensed his friend's shoulders relax, and he offered a hand up. Watari took the umbrella with him as he walked back towards the car, but Tatsumi stayed back and said a silent prayer, himself. Finally, they had reached the best part of a sad soap opera… the ending.