Kirisawa: You were covered in blood. He quickly placed his hand to your pulse to find nothing. “No…_____…no come on wake up.” He roughly shook your lifeless corpse. You couldn’t be dead, you just couldn’t. Not with your wedding coming up in just a few months. He clenched his teeth, his vision blurring. “Please…wake up…”
Hanai: He ran up to the paramedics, praying to any god that it wasn’t going to be you under that sheet. It seemed, however, any prays were going unheard. When he pulled back the sheet, he was met with your ghostly white corpse. He held his fist to his mouth to stop any cries from escaping. He felt a tear travel slowly down his cheek. He gently took your hand in his to find something clenched inside it. He slowly pulled out a ring. Your ring. The one he gave you when he proposed just 4 short months earlier. “_____…”
Tennoji: He was so angry. Not because of your death but because of his inability to protect you. He couldn’t protect the person he loved more than anything. That night when he stared at the empty bed where you had been just that morning, he felt tears fall down his cheeks. His fists clenched hard, shaking with his rage. Then all of a sudden, he was lashing out. The lamp crashed to the ground as he pushed the table over before he collapsed to the floor just at your side of the bed. The only sound left was his shaky whisper of your name.
Asano: When he was told the news of your death he didn’t quite believe it. But as the reality set in, the only thing he could think was that he was alone again. The only person he loved…was gone. It’s almost as if she had slipped from his grasp. He felt empty, hollow. He didn’t cry. He couldn’t. Instead he stood there, his eyes clouding over with his pain. In the nights to come, when his bed was empty and cold that’s when he would release his tears. He would hold the pillow that held your scent and he would remember you…
Eiki: When he saw your lifeless body, he almost didn’t believe it was you. It was almost as if this was a sick, twisted dream. It didn’t look like you. You weren’t the beautiful, vibrant woman he knew and loved. Your skin was white and littered with various cuts and bruises. As your body blurred in his eyes, he realized this was all too real. You were gone. And now all he wanted was to be able to hear you say you loved him one last time. Just one more time…
Nomura: The beautiful, vibrant, happy woman he had seen just a few short hours ago was gone. Now he was faced with a mangled, bloody, and disheveled corpse. Almost as if it was a shell of who you were. He gingerly reached to touch your face but quickly pulled it back to find it was ice cold. He slowly lowered his head to your chest as he began to cry. He silently prayed, through his broken sobs, to hear even just a faint heartbeat. Anything to give him hope that you weren’t really dead. But as he was pulled away and the sheet was placed back over you, everything came crashing down. Any hope he had…it was gone…you were gone.
Kyobashi: When he first saw your body, he immediately went into denial. It wasn’t you. It couldn’t be. You promised him that you’d be okay. You’d never break your promise. But when he got home that night and saw your side of the bed was empty, he broke. He gingerly touched your sheets. It was amazing to think it had been only this morning that you were there, giggling as you kissed his face to wake him up. Tears fell down his cheeks. It was amazing to think that someone could be gone from his life so fast…in the blink of an eye. Slowly, he walked to the door, taking one last look at his and your abandoned bed. He shut off the light and closed the door…leaving the bedroom that reminded him everything of you.
Oops. My hand slipped.