The day after that, things changed.

The three of us were sitting in our desks at school reading our assigned books when the guidance counselor burst in out of breathe and asked the three of us to come with her and to bring all of our things. I'm sure we all had the same thoughts in our heads, although they varied a little, we all had a general idea of what she had to tell us.

Someone had died.

A couple minutes later, Shuuya was carrying Tsubomi's crying form out of the office as he dragged me by my shirt collar. He wasn't speaking, no tears flowed from his face, and he looked so defeated yet so plain. Tsubomi was a sobbing mess of snot and tears and I was shaking uncontrollably.

Then, there were gaps in my memory.

I recall Shuuya carrying the umbrella as he dragged us down the streets, trying to get us home so we could meet Nee-chan and get a full explanation. It wasn't until we heard her voice that Tsubomi and I ripped ourselves from Shuuya's grasp and ran to our hero, pleading with her to reverse what had happened, asking her to make it all be a lie.

It was a shame that none of us had asked the liar to do it.

We were in school again that day.

Summer vacation had recently ended, and we had just returned to school. I was scrawling away at some math work I hoped to finish before I headed home and Shuuya was nowhere to be seen, which Tsubomi and I welcomed. The sun was beginning to set, and it was almost five. My olive haired sister swung her legs as she waited for me, spying out the window across the way to stare at the high school that Nee-chan attended.

Suddenly, she jumped up and started to run.

"Tsubomi, wait! What's wrong?!" I shouted, standing up, knocking my chair over in the process. My eyes rolled over towards the window, and I saw a girl with a red scarf falling through the air. A man and a boy stood on the rooftop, and I saw my adopted sister running out of the building and to the street, trying to make it in time.

I heard a scream so earth shattering erupt as the body smacked against the ground with such force it bounced for a second before it rolled to the front doors, landing at the feet of another unsuspecting person.

How many people were going to befall this tragedy...?