They said he was dead, nothing left to bury but an empty coffin. Just ashes in the place of his brother, ashes taken away with the building that burnt. Rain mixed in with the tears wetting Hiro's face, he wanted to run away from all of this, the mocking voices of people telling him that this would get better.

Hiro wanted to scream at them, Tadashi couldn't be dead. He couldn't have left him alone like this. He wouldn't of.

Everything was quite, when it ended. Everyone was quite, bodies lined up in a peaceful sleep never to awake again.