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Another day, another breath. But this one was no different than the others in the past year. It was another day without Kazunari, as he had lost his battle to illness. Misumi opened his eyes, and the world just felt gloomy. His bed didn’t feel the same as before, especially after many almost sleepless nights. It all came back to him, and hit him right in the chest. He couldn’t think of any triangles, not even the ones on the walls. It all seemed blurry. With that said, he couldn’t just lie there all day so he finally sat up, face soaked in tears from the night before. Misumi knew the day would of came, but he wish it hadn’t been so soon. After a glimpse of the gloomy day outside, he forced himself down the latter of his loft bed, finding his roommate Kumon already left. What time was it anyway? It didn’t bother, it never had. Kazunari was a best friend to him, and he knew he always would be like one. Misumi removed the hair from his face, which was messy from days of lying in bed. Even after a year, he still hasn’t gotten over Kazunari. And for a while, he had been thinking more about how he’s doing..well up wherever he was. After he finally pushed himself to get dressed, he actually sat down at a desk that was in the room. Deep in actual thought, he grabbed a pencil he had with a triangle on it and a notebook which of course had a bunch of triangles on the cover. The triangles made Misumi budge a single smile, as he opened the notebook and flipped it to an empty page.
Dear Kazu,
How are you doing? it’s been a year now, honestly I still can’t believe it. You are missed by so many, and I just hope you’re doing alright up there. I hope you live pain free, and that you are happy. Is it a decent temperature up there? Or are the clouds too cold? Have you seen any sankaku clouds? I hope so. I hope that you know how much we, specifically I care and think about you. Thanks for being in our lives, Kazu.
Misumi looked over the paper, tears already overwhelming his eyes. He was about to close the notebook, when something just spoke to him. It made his hand immediately go back on the page, as he went to continue writing. Honestly there was a lot he could say. But there was a few things in particular he wanted to say.
Have you met my grandpa yet? How is he doing, if you have? I bet you two get along great together, Kazu. Just like how you and me did. Thank you for everything you’ve given to me, and done for me. Thanks for going triangle hunting and cloud gazing with me, I still do it but I always think about you when I do. You mean a lot to me. You deserve all the happiness and good up there, so I hope that one day I’ll be able to meet you up there, in the clouds. I love you.
With Peace, Sumi △