A soft breeze blew through the trees.

It was a clouded day, the sky was grey, it fit the mood perfectly.

It was his funeral after all.

Countless people came, mostly the ones from whom he had saved their lives.

"It isn't fair" Igarashi said as he watched them throw dirt on his grave.

Why? Why didn't they come five minutes sooner? He would've survived.

Why didn't he tell anyone?

He had been so concerned about all the others that he hadn't even attended to his own injury.

They had told Igarashi that he had had an ugly black bruise on his left side.

Mikoto placed a hand on his shoulder. She too, had been saved by him. Everyone had been saved by him.

Yuzuru Otonashi.

That's what his grave said.

That's right, Otonashi. The man who had saved most of the passengers of the train. He had died, sacrificing himself so that they could all survive.

They all owed their lives to him, but sadly he had died.

It was a sad funeral, almost everyone was crying.

"That's okay, that was my fair share. I won't drink from here out so don't worry …"

They had finished burying Otonashi. They prepared to place his gravestone on it. The gravestone said: "doctor" Otonashi Yuzuru.

All survivors had requested that they would put doctor on his grave, because from all the people who can be called doctor, he deserves the name the most.

"Are you a doctor or something?" "I wish, I'm just a student…"

"Is there anyone who wants to say anything?" the priest asked.

"Yes" Igarashi said putting his hand in the air.

"You okay?"

"Even though I hadn't known Otonashi that long, we became close. From the beginning I could tell that he was an amazing guy."

"Let's hope everyone is still on the train…"

"He was the first person to help everyone. He attended to the wounded, he searched for food and water and he even stopped drinking when we lost some of our water. He did everything he could to help us, he just wanted to help people even if it would cost him his life."

"You sure you're okay?"

"He kept taking care of everything and everyone, and when we lost someone it was like he had lost someone very dear to him. He was so upset."

"Hang in just a bit longer, let me know when anything happens."

"He told me that he wanted to become doctor, that he wanted to save lives. Someone, he accomplished what he wanted, he saved our lives. He saved my life and I owe it to him. Without him we would've been death by now, I just wish he didn't have to sacrifice himself."

"Help will come."

"Help did come eventually but too late for him. If they had come five minutes earlier he would've survived. It appeared he had an ugly black bruise on his left side, maybe his kidney that was infected with something. He had taken priority to taking care of all of us instead of himself. He was a true man."

"Igarashi, do you have a pen?"

"Even after his death he still saved people thanks to being a donor. He had given us our hopes back of still being able to make someone happy. This person is what I call, a true doctor."

A breeze flew through the leaves making some Sakura pebbles fall.

Otonashi, wherever you are now. I'm sure you're making other people happy and helping them. I just wish I could've told you how thankful I am.

Wherever you are, I know you'll always be there for all us.