TW: Extremely negative self-talk, mentions of death, and Omori spoilers. Please do not read if any of these things may potentially trigger you. Your mental health is much more important than my silly little fanfiction. Remember, you are never alone, and you matter to at least one person on this Earth. You make a positive difference to a person's life at some point in your life. Please, do keep reminding yourself of that.

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Tears. They stung his cheeks, the frosty rainfall bit the skin not covered by the swamped, ebony cloth of his suit. Ironic, how he thought it to be the happiest day of his life were he to wear such a thing again. Instead, what he received was sorrow, utter despair, and the last encounter he shall ever have with his friend. Agony.

He thought of that fateful evening, a memory he wanted to bury within the deepest of depths alongside that bitter afternoon. Brother and sister, they had always wished to stay by the other's side. Why was it that they had decided to leave them all? Was he not good enough? He had wished to be as positive as he appeared, yet it seemed it would never suffice for his loved ones. Nor Sunny. Poor Sunny.

He became a crimson splat on the ground of his own accord, yet Kel couldn't blame him. He had witnessed something horrifying, something no one should ever see. His own sibling, dying before her prime, their first recital. He should have known Sunny wouldn't be able to handle it; he was locked up in his own house for four years for God's sake. Yet, he did not realize that until was it so that it was too late.

Mari's demise spared no sympathy for anyone, unlike how many liked to believe. He was hurt for the loss of someone who cared for him like a younger sibling, who tended to those who needed it without any secondary thought. Not once was it so that she asked for anything in return, only the love of those she loved. Admiration, acceptance. Those, undoubtedly, were signs he missed, were it not? He was busy with the task of being an idiotic, useless child, he did not think to be there for her like she was for him.

He was focused on moving on, striving for the ability to obtain true euphoria, that he left Sunny to rot. He did not learn from his previous mistakes; he was just a pathetic little kid. That was all he was ever going to be. Never was he able to save those who he cherished greatly, only was it that he took. He took and yet still yearned for more. Greedy, that was the correct term for vermin like him.

A rat, that was what he was. Unable to do anything except create a miserable existence for all those around him. Everyone had a right to be furious with him. He wanted Sunny to like him after all this time, yet he insulted his sister's death by his façade of existing normally. As if nothing had ever happened at all. As if Mari wasn't important.

The death of his beloved, it affected him. A hole in his chest, never to be healed by the passage of time. He loved Sunny, with all his heart, something he always wore on his sleeve on the occasion he donned the itchy fabric atop his forearm's skin. Yet, it was ripped to pieces all the same with a simple look out the window.

People passed on every moment, the impact of it all never truly was made known until was it so you experienced a loss yourself. The crushing guilt of all that they will never get to do, of all they will never get to experience. And, selfishly, never seeing the way they softly smiled, hearing their quiet laughter and the joy you rejoice in making that happen, the twinkle in their eyes as their glance settled upon you.

Why did he feel this way? It was disgusting, the fact he mourned the person he loved as if he hadn't warranted such a loss. It was a drastic, however fair, payment for his actions, a sacrifice for what he had not done. He was not able to help Sunny, help Mari, and this was the ultimate price for what hadn't occurred from his end. How horrible of a person he was.

The slow waltz of silence amongst the group of spectators became tainted with the sobs of some, including himself. A mother, grieving not only the loss of one child, but her second as well. Old, childhood friends, united for only a day before such an incident occurred again.

Aubrey, white fists clenched around the nailed bat that had managed to stand unbroken against her grasp. Her pink hair was dull in comparison to its normal vibrancy, her frown etched in her face more than ever. Anger swelled in her veins, yet she did nothing to act upon it, nobody to blame.

Hero, his brother, drenched as he remained standing, frozen. Regret wrapped against his throat like a rope, depriving him of any life whatsoever. Sadness ripped through his glance, utter pain in his stance.

Basil, oh Basil. Basil's eyes reflected pure nothingness as he stared off into space, his usual teal a deep blue. He held onto his photo album like his life depended on doing so, his only lifeline in this cruel world.

He approached his brother and nodded. Walked he did up to the dark oak of the coffin and took one last look at Sunny. The morticians did well in the cleansing of the body, the embalming. Made it seem like Sunny would forever rest peacefully six feet under, in his own world of wonderment. He questioned himself, does such a heaven exist? An immortal being guiding souls to a place of tranquility? His parents believed so, however he was not so sure.

He backed away as the burial began, whispered one final goodbye to his friend. Shovels began to dig up the ground. At the same moment, it felt like a part of his soul had been buried as well alongside his childhood. He wished for a minute that this was, somehow, a nightmare. That within seconds he would wake up.

Black umbrellas clouded the sky. All was it that he knew is that everything would be different from here on out, and he had not but a clue whether the Sun would ever shine once more.