A/N: I didn't realise how many drabbles I'd need to write to pass the minimum number of experience. :D Good thing this idea's taking a while, huh. Writing-wise, I'm up to drabble 18 now, but there's still a ways to go.
The Fragments I Catch of Dying Memories
6. It's Not a Dream
He thinks everything is a little fuzzy round the edges and muddled, but that doesn't seem important. His brother's warm body clutching him tightly is real, real enough for him to reach out and for Kouji to grasp his hand.
The cries of their other friends are real as well, and even if he can't make out what they're saying, it's enough to hear them, see them there. Enough to feel them embrace him, his brother holding him up. Enough to feel their tears fall, their warm hands clutching him tightly.
It's enough for him to hold them and cry.