This Fallen Star

And his eyes glowed red.

                                                                             ❝ ... I -- I don't know. ❞

                  ❝ ... ❞                                Oh, so that girl was right.                                There was another one out there that was just                                like him. The other blond seemed more vibrant                                than he could ever imagine himself to be.                                                                                                            ❝ ... I'm sorry. ❞ 

"Takeru, if you don’t mind me pointing out something though. You don’t seem thrilled about that at all. Not that I blame you, but I assure you, these other versions of yourself are nice beings to talk to," replied Sakura with a slight smile on her face.

              He nodded regardless, accepting her words for now. 

"Oh hello!" 

                             ❝ ... Hello ... ? ❞

Sayaka rubbed her eyes, then carefully examined the boy standing in front of her. There is no way he could be her grandfather’s past self, much less someone who actually existed. Noting the coldness in his eyes, she assumed he’d see her as a nuisance. But it did not stop her from coming up with a proper greeting for him. “Hello there,” the young woman chimes. “My name is Sayaka. What’s yours?”

             ❝ It's nice to meet you, Sayaka-san ❞ 

"Of course I mean you….what are you doing here?" The young blond seemed, different, but that didn’t phase the brunette.

                 because, he wouldn't be talking to him if he didn't have them,                                                                                                                                     right? 

The blue sky overlooks Kouji as he stares up. He doesn’t reminisce, he doesn’t feel. He just sees the sky.

             The night sky is a familiar sight, carrying stagnant features.              He doesn't sit beside the other boy, keeping his distance.              He might be like the others, but his presence is familiar to him.              It's fine this way, he thinks to himself.                                            because words meant less than he wanted.                                            because words were often lies cushioning the truth.              So he stood, his gaze fixed on the sky. 

"You cannot be here… Have I gone to Earth Heaven?" 

                  He wasn't aware of the tentative smile that played on his features.                          So very unlike the 'new' Takeru. 

What would I do, if I knew that I could not fail? If I believed, would the wind always fill up my sail? How far would I go? What could I achieve, trusting the hero in me? If I were brave, I’d walk the razor’s edge, where true believers dare to tread. I’d never lose faith, even when losing my way. What step would I take today, if I were brave? What would I do today, if I were brave? What would I do today, if I were brave?  What if we’re all meant to do what we secretly dream? What would you ask, if you knew you could have anything?  Like the mighty oak sleeps, in the heart of a seed, are there miracles in you and me? If I were brave, I’d walk the razor’s edge, where true believers dare to tread. I’d never lose faith, even when losing my way. What step would I take today, if I were brave? What would I do today, if I were brave? What would I do today, if I were brave?  If I refuse to listen to the voice of fear, would the voice of courage whisper in my ear? If I were brave, I’d walk the razor’s edge, where true believers dare to tread. I’d never lose faith, even when losing my way. What step would I take today, if I were brave? What would I do today, if I were brave? What would I do today, if I were brave? 

   "Welcome to your worst fear."

             ❝What do you want?❞