Kiku,

He begged God to be saved.

The morning started out delightfully. He woke up, but refused to eat. He and I were talking the whole morning. We made each other laugh and we enjoyed each other's company.

A letter came to us. I read it first. After I combed through the words, I tried to keep Alfred from reading it. The letter read that Matthew's fighter jet was downed. He was no where to be found... Alfred snatched the letter from my hands. He read over the words slowly... once, twice, thrice... Tears welled in his eyes. Even though he and his brother didn't always get along swimmingly, the words struck him painfully.

He cried. For the first time in a long time, Alfred cried.

An hour after he calmed down, blood drained from his nose.

He coughed and choked... blood shot from his mouth. In a blur, doctors surrounded him and he begged to be saved through the blood. He couldn't breathe, and he could barely talk. But, he said he loved you again... then he begged to be saved. He asked kindly... His face was covered in the blood that wouldn't stop.

The doctors couldn't save him. They tried so hard... They tried... He couldn't be saved...

The little boy I once knew was pale and lifeless... He wasn't breathing and he wasn't moving... His mouth was kept in a thin, tight line.

He'll never smile again. He'll never laugh again... I'll never be happy again. Maybe this was to prove that not all prayers get answered, and sometimes hope goes unavailed. No matter how much you try, sometimes it doesn't even matter.

Alfred Jones is dead.

Please, take care of yourself Kiku Honda.

Sincerely,

Arthur Kirkland.