Prologue
-Tearing Skies-
That day was perhaps the gloomiest one the man would ever have in his life.
He saw the once clear skies being covered up by dull grey clouds that boomed loudly with thunder, shrouding the bay beneath in darkness, while he quietly crept through an eerily lifeless forest whose trees danced violently in the wind.
In spite of that, the man remained undaunted. He continued to creep softly as his chestnut-brown eyes searched the surroundings hurriedly for a place where he could witness the event he had come for without being seen.
He would eventually spy upon a particular tree that stood at the edge of the forest and yet not far from where the event was supposedly held. With quiet haste, he made his way towards it, making sure to hide his tall and slightly muscular frame behind its thick trunk, before peering at the graves a few metres away.
Then a dreadfully sombre scene unfolded before him: a group of people dressed in black had gathered in front of a flat gravestone, their faces written with sorrow and grief, as they began to make their prayers for the deceased.
The man searched the group for familiar faces.
Where are they, he thought. There's no way they won't attend this! They've to be there!
He continued to look through the sea of faces anxiously until he finally found a teenage boy whose shoulders were drooped in depression as he stared fixedly at the gravestone, and a grown woman beside who hung her arm around him while she silently grieved her loss.
Hiro…Aunt Cass…The man wanted to call out to them before he restrained himself, aware of the consequences he would face if he were to do so. Clicking his tongue in anger, he then watched them place a bouquet of roses in front of the gravestone while his heart sank in guilt.
They don't deserve to go through this! The man silently vented his frustration, his broad eyebrows furrowing sadly as he placed his hand at the centre of his wide chest where his heart lay. They just don't deserve to suffer like this.
If only they knew that wasn't me...
Lightning suddenly cracked across the sky, prompting everyone gathering at the gravestone to open up their black umbrellas as they continued to mourn amidst an arriving torrent of rain.
The man, however, turned around and began to stride lightly towards the forest; he had not much time left. He then made a prayer to himself, hoping to meet them again in the future, as he tried his best to hold back his tears that stung of sadness.
-End of Prologue-
Author's Notes: This story is currently being rewritten. Please see Notes (latest chapter).