He's my everything. The evening sky. The air I breathe. He's all my existence, the only thing I've ever known. It's as if my whole life I've been dreaming, and when I woke up he was the first thing I saw. And maybe, like any bad dream, I'll begin to forget all that happened to me and be able to cling on to Miharu. Just Miharu.
Here in his arms, I can feel myself fading away. My body had been tying me down to the earth, but I now feel light-weight and clean. But how? I'm not clean. I've never been clean. From the moment I was born, I was filthy. Father could see it. Everyone else could see it, too. Sora was dirty. Even Yoite was dirty.
Everyone has looked away from me. Acted as if I don't exist. So why should I exist?
I'm looking up at Miharu and I think I understand. I should exist so he won't be all alone. Is loneliness the cause of my suffering? Miharu looks like he's going to cry, and he's telling me to hang on... Is Miharu going to suffer?
I don't want him to suffer. "Erase me," I whisper. "I don't want you to cry. Don't cry..." He's crying. I'm making Miharu cry. He's holding on to my hand and he's crying, and my heart is overpouring with love for him.
Maybe, just maybe, I can hold on to his hands. Just a little longer, God, let me hold on to him.