[Note: This does not affect the plot of any stories of mine. Probably.]

February 4th

"If you were going to wish for anything, what would it be?"

A sigh escaped my lips at the thought, as I look down at the pendant in my hands. Its amber surface glimmered in the moonlight, a slight luster in its sheen.

"Maybe... I shouldn't have lied to him that day, after all." I whisper to myself, clenching my hand into a fist as the dewdrop pendant dropped back onto my shirt. I could feel the tears pricking at my eyes despite my reluctance to let them fall; could hear the rustling of the leaves right outside my window.

I wait for the familiar burn in my chest as I finally let them fall, streaming down my cheeks. But it never came.

"Maybe... He would still be alive."

- -

Approximately three months before; November 17th

"Where is he?"

Tsubaki remained silent, unable to look me in the eye.

I clutch at the hospital gown I wore, right above where they operated on me mere hours before.

"Answer me!"

She looked up at me, tears streaming freely down her face.

"He's gone."

- -

Present

"Aoi, are you sure about this..?"

I nod tersely, slinging the guitar case over my shoulder as I walk down the front steps of my home, Tsubaki lingering by the doorway. I could feel the tension in the air as I walked away.

She didn't try to follow.

My feet felt sore as I silently headed towards the building opposite; an edifice of worn red brick with a pristine signboard dangling from the front: Sibyl Law Offices. A wry smile curled my lips at the sight. This used to be headquarters for the organization, but now...

I enter the building, padding through the aged floorboards towards the elevator at the end of the hall. It creeps open, an irritating creaking sound emitting from its rusted hinges.

Maybe.. I could just forget about it all.

A clear sound rang as the elevator shuddered to a stop upon the highest level, the doors sliding open. I take a step forwards, unable to hesitate as I again walk down the hallway towards the staircase leading up to the roof.

There wasn't a chance that I ever would be able to forget.

The wind greets me as I exit the musty atmosphere of the abandoned building; a temporary release to all the pain I've built up over the course of a few months. I sling the case off my back, unzipping it to reveal an old acoustic guitar.

I take a seat, cradling the instrument up to my chest as I settle my calloused fingertips against its designated positions upon the guitar's frets. And with that, I start strumming.

"Wish that I could say these words tonight;
Wish I have the courage, wish I might," I pause, unable to stop the tears from flowing.

"Have the chance to show you, speak what's on my mind;
While you're right next to me, I've loved you from the start."

I'm sorry I never told you. I'm sorry.

"Wish that I could walk you down the road,
Share each moment, have my hand to hold.
My imagination's, beginning to unfold;
Every wish is granted, every dream and hope." What a lie, I thought to myself as I stare up at the stars.

"Wish I may, wish I might find a way to your heart
Wish that I'll be the sun to warm you all through your life.
Wish you may feel my love that is hidden in the stars;
Wish I may, wish I might be the one,

"Maybe now I'm ready to be found,
That I'll be a part of who you are.
A promise of forever, never break your heart,
Always there to listen, always by your side.

"Wish I may, wish I might find a way to your heart,
Wish that I'll be the sun to warm you all through your life.
Wish you may feel my love that is hidden in the stars,
Wish I may, wish I might be the one.

"Wish you may feel my love that is hidden in the stars,
Wish I may, wish I might be the one;
Wish I may, wish I might be the one."

I stop singing, stubbornly wiping away my tears with the sleeve of my shirt.

"Maybe.. Wishes just don't come true." I look down at the pendant dangling from the necklace I wore. "Same with promises.

"Isn't that right, Basil?"

END