When I arrived at school today I tentatively walked to the back of the school where the cherry tree that will now always haunt my dreams was, but instead of seeing the tree that Natsuki's bloodied body once laid there was a memorial plaque on the ground. Before class we were called into an all school assembly where they explained the happenings of September 25th in very low detail so we didn't have to bear the burden of that image in our heads for the rest of our lives that I already had been bearing for the past week or so. No one was their usual selves today I don't think anyone will be for quite a while.