This is written by Daraganyan, also known as Rigel. I didn't write this and I have the author's permission to send this. The keyword is candle. 10th of December
Eyes were staring into nothingness. Or maybe not into nothingness, for they saw something. They could see a lonely, faint light. A small flame flickering alone, brave, defending itself against the darkness of the room. The flame was burning in a candle. In a high, blue candle, held vertical by a silver candlestick. The light of the flame was not enough to illuminate the whole room, not even very far around itself. But the table made of dark wood, empty if you didn't count the candle, it was able to separate from the darkness. And it illuminated the angular face, made the tears on the cheeks glitter when they reflected the light. The lines painted with blue had blurred, and they no longer looked scary nor frightening. A new tear escaped from his eyes, found it's way on the pale skin of the man's face. His breathing was erratic, his hands formed a fist, his nails pressed against his palms. His shoulders tremored quietly, there were no voices to be heard. Not even the wind blowing outside could break the deep silence in the room.
An almost unnoticeably shaking hand rose up, stopped behing the weak flame of the candle. A small whisp of air leaved his lips, taking the hotness and light of the flame with it, only leaving the perfect darkness behind it. No-one ever sees the great Kai Hiwatari crying.