An epilogue usually something that ends a story…but this doesn't sound like one…heck, I don't even know a proper way to end such long story…but it's been fun playing with TWEWY characters and I hope everyone who had are having fun as well…thank you for sticking with me, I deeply hope everyone enjoyed it just like I enjoyed it (even with all of those mistakes). See you guys again!

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Epilogue: Beyond

It is ironic.

For he said everything he's done is right. One should never gets cocky, arrogantly decide that of the best of all. One can't escape mistakes, mortals, immortals, both make mistakes. He did just that. His mistake is fatal, one that won't be forgiven ever.

But he was forgiven, yet he needs to bear the punishment. For all he did in the past. Price must be paid. A burden, he can't share with no one. Alone. To carry such burden until his end. With head up high, he accepted. Thankful he is, for no one will have to carry it other than him.

Doesn't he know?

Does he?

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As the morning came, so do the sun rays, peeking between the curtain gaps, woke him up from the deep slumber. Groaning loudly, he wiggled out of the bed, falling from the bed along with his blanket, sliding down to the cold floor below. Such day…
Lazily, his blue orbs fluttered open, meeting his wood cabinet which is half open. Pondered to himself why it was open, he propelled himself up, gazing at the contents of the cabinet. Laid on the top of messy sketch papers and rarely touched books is a headphone. Long since its last duty to give him comfort. It now rests atop the pile of papers, waiting in silent for its next job, whatever that is. He smiled at it, tracing the curvy lines with his finger. How attached he was to this thing? Relieved that it still in one piece, he picked it up, staring at the purple headphone with great interest. Putting it on, he feels foreign. It's been too long since he ditched it carefully inside the cabinet. For memory sake, he wipes it once a month. Lately, he couldn't do the usual maintenance for his headphone and it was there, inside to collect dusts. Snorting, he wiped the dusty plastic with his hand, cleaning most of the dirty materials. Placing it back neatly, he closed the cabinet, leaning on it for his help to stand. His eyes automatically caught the sight of the calendar on top of the cabinet. Eyes widened, he made a run for the bathroom, cursing a few times.

Today, he has a promise or rather, two promises, one with his friend, one for…let's just say someone almost as important as his friends. He needs to arrive earlier to give that someone times to appear, or not…He had made lots and lots of mental invitation, but not one of them were answered. And none was successful on bringing him out of his hiding place wherever that is. Irritating as it sounded, he can't stop giving the invitation out to see if somehow, that person still exist or not.

Maybe it's just a faint hope, but he hoped again, deeply, that this time, he will come

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Encouragement

It is something that he's not familiar with. He was born with enormous amount of courage, but timid shell. The shell that was slowly being torn apart since his death, leaving only his courage to stay.

Or so he thought…

He is born as a frightful child. Afraid of everything that goes around him. Afraid of himself. Afraid of life. Sometimes, even afraid of other people. Like a little kitten, shivered under the glares of unknown people. Pawing at its cage in frantic, trying to escape from its small world. Helpless, weak, and fragile, oh, certainly, such image will never fit him.

But it does fit…

He's a pitiful kitten, choosing to die than to live on, facing his troubles. Crying at almost everything that hurts him. A pathetic kitten, one that would never become the brave cat, ever. Sure little kitten could wear the mask of big cat, but it is just an illusion. There's no way a kitten could walk without someone to take its tiny furry paws and lead its way. Either way, without someone there, the kitten will blindly walk its way.

Perhaps…he is destined to be such things…poor tiny kitten, alone by itself. Even when it cried, no one will hear. Or when it lost its ability to walk, no hand will be offered to it. It is alone and will stay alone no matter how many other kittens and cats passed by.

It will just stay that way until his name was called when his duty is over…

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He arrived at Hachiko too early and just remembered that his mother had set his alarm an hour faster because she's sick of him, waking up nearly noon every day. Cursing at nothing, he decided that it's best to wait and see…will that person come or not?

Such a pity if he won't come again for he, has lots of things either to ask or to tell.

Today, Hachiko doesn't get that much guests, as most people focused on their own business. Only some tourist from out of town that actually paid attention to Hachiko, admiring the stony canine statue while taking pictures around. He gave them space and moved a little to the station. That's when he caught that sight. Someone passed by Hachiko, asking for excuses at the crowds of tourists and went toward North of the station. Well, if it's only a normal passerby, he will definitely ignore such ordinary thing, but no…that voice…even between others sounds, it was clear…that's…

His feet reacted first, running to chase him. Pushing past ignorant people in the crowds, his breath ragged. That's…that's…no…way…

Panting, he looked around for his trace. It's gone…he's gone…How could he?

He cocked his eyebrows. Voice…he knows that it was that person's voice…no way in hell or back someone has such voice other than him. Closing his eyes, he sharpened his hearing. Past through the crowds buzzes, through the sound of cars and trains, through the sound of feet stomping in the cold, cemented road to the sound of people chatting in or out. There must be something…something that he could get by this. If only…if only he could hear…

…ere

His eyes snapped open. That, that's the voice! He just knew that is the voice! Smiling at himself, he ran…this time, he knows where to…

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The little kitten sobbed between its mewing. Its usually soft fur was soaked for the rain keep pouncing on its tiny body. It tries to put on a brave face, but what an infant cat could do but cries? Where is everyone? Why doesn't someone come and get him? Is he…is he not needed? Does the fate say that he's destined to be alone?

Cried…cried…cried…its tears seem endless. Brushing its teary eyes with the muddy stained paws, it mewed hoarsely. So…so pitiful… mewing in vain…no one would come…cried again.

Hey!

…The kitten stifled its last mew, looking up slowly with its weak limbs. There's someone there…looking at him. It squeaked out a confused, questioning mew. That person didn't say a word, but instead, stretched his hands, carefully picking up the kitten gently on his palms. His eyes glistened in joy as he brought the feline to his eye-level. The kitten blinked its big eyes at him as if asking. Scratching its ears, he whispered softly at it,

You won't be alone anymore, you know?

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…wow, it ends…it ended in something…that looks like it may continue…great…but no, it still ends. Thank you for reading it till the end! Bye!