Author's Note: Okay, I am trying something different with this story. Instead of using my usually style, I am going to express George's thoughts and point of view through poetry. Call it sort of an experiment on my part. I don't know how this will affect the overall product, so I would appreciate reviews from you guys telling me what you think.

Chapter 1 This Day

This day was the day it all began.

This day was also when it all ended.

On this day, a day of beauty and sorrow

I stand in a flower field

Mourning.

The flora is gorgeous

Just like she was.

I look and see

A flower wilting

Fading fast.

Perhaps it feels my pain.

Or perhaps its time has come.

I loathe the latter option;

Why does beauty have to fade?

Why does tomorrow have to come?

Why do days have to fade in the background of life?

Why can't one day last forever?

Why can't I live in a world

Where Hana lived?