"Can't you come back?"

Bianchi watched her friends, her family, laugh and smile around her, going on about their usual activities. She's glad to see the laughter back in the mansion, but she can see that it is no longer as bright as it once was. They may be smiling, but it is only to cover their hearts, their grief.

She watches as Yamamoto and Hibari spar. They are at full throttle, putting all they have into their swings. It's as clear as day to her that the two of them are only trying to burn off stress. Yamamoto's sword is still crying. Hibari's gritting his teeth.

She watches her brother and Haru and Fuuta learn Latin. They're studying and explaining and questioning all sorts of things, but Bianchi can see that the only reason why they're trying so hard to learn this new language was because he once said that it was pretty to listen to.

Bianchi can see Byakuran, Xanxus, Mukuro, and Lambo arguing over favorite foods, and to anyone else, they'd have looked like content people. But she knows that they are only talking together out in this courtyard because of the person who brought them together and accepted them as allies.

Dino, Uni, Enma, and Basil's conversation on the next feast are just a face. They speak of the next dates it could be on, but it is easy to tell that the date they've picked is a birthday.

The same applies for Chrome, Nana, and I-pin. They've already made plans to cook his favorite dishes.

Ryohei is being scolded by Kyoko in the distance, though what Bianchi really sees is Ryohei comforting himself and his sister through lectures. Kyoko is still pale and tear tracks still evident on her pretty face.

Even Bianchi herself can't help but find something to keep herself occupied. She dotes as much as she can on Reborn, hoping to keep her thoughts away from the boy.

But out of all of them, Reborn is the most broken. Bianchi knows. Bianchi knows that always, before midnight, Reborn would stand in front of the stone in the courtyard, and grieve. She knows, and keeps silent.

She curses the boy beneath that stone, through tears herself, for leaving them. She's almost laughing, because it's been three months since his body was lowered into the ground, yet everyone still is empty from the loss of the person they all called home.

Tsuna, you idiot, do you even know how many people need you here, need you home, need you back? You idiot.