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It was a cold rainy day.
A young man around the age of 16 had been walking near an old restaurant that seemed familiar to him.
He constantly looked to the side.
As if he was looking for someone, but no one was there.
Birds were flying in the sky yet he paid no attention to them.
Except for one, it was a small bird flying just above him, and he quickly looked up the bird casting a shadow across his face.
It had the shape of an airplane, a toy, one to be exact.
He felt the sense that something had gone terribly wrong.
He quickly turned around, again hoping for someone to approach him, but yet- no one was to be seen. Just him- in his loneliness, and drenched in rain.
He called out a name, a hint of desperation washing through his word, he frantically turned around to each angle.
If he had been in the middle of the street people would’ve thought he was insane.
But he wasn’t insane.
Just desperate.
Desperate for a boy older than him, that he once knew, to feel him in his arms again.
But the young boy stood there in the soaking rain, and sighed.
That was the last time anyone saw the boy in person.
Four days later. The boy was dead. Found hanging in his kitchen apartment, blood oddly stained his floors, a note was found.
“Dear Narancia Ghirga.
I don’t know if you’re aware that I’ve died- it’s seems like it’s been months since we’ve seen each other. But for all I know, you’ve died on your own trip- you’re covered in flowers and wearing a suit. I am not. I am hanging in the kitchen where we used to bake together for hours, where we loved. Even though we were just young.
I am now, forever 16.
At least, I’ll never have thoughts of that man again.
Four days before this, I saw a bird that reminded me of your stand. It was flying through the sky- maybe as a sign of something that had happened to you recently. Maybe you won’t even get this note, Maybe we’ll see each other in the castles in the sky. If you are dead- I’d like whoever found this note to bring it to Giorno Giovanna, and show it to whoever else is alive. Maybe they can see how sorry I am for leaving.
-Pannacotta Fugo.”
The note was thought to have been already written as if it was thought out, the police are saying that this was a planned suicide, yet they have no information on who the young boy or “Narancia Ghirga” is. Only Pannacottas name, no birthday or family members. As if his life was washed away.
He had no will, so the police are taking his things, though they might find information on the mentioned “Giorno Giovanna” In the note. Police are thinking they might be a friend. A funeral services will be held, and the mentioned person will also be invited, hoping to get information out of them.