#his (singular but also plural) <- cuz 1) i didnt wanna put a they in there actually 2) meaning all of them individually

[flovverworks]

' i had ... a friend. but it's more like --- he was a part of me. i mean, we had our arguments sometimes, but whenever i needed someone, he would always be there for me. he's helped me more times, in more ways than i can even count. i don't know if i've ever properly been able to return the favor, but that's why i'm so grateful, you know? ... even if i can't hear his voice anymore, i want to believe that he's still right here. ' a hand motions and sets over the boy's own heart. even in this moment, a stinging ache mingling with a balmy warmth in his chest, he can still readily bring himself to smile, eyes filled with the light of past nostalgia and a present, enduring admiration. ' ... i want to be able to be there for him too, like this. whenever i think about it that way, it's like he's never really left. i'm glad. '

They can't look away. Something so deeply personal and heartfelt, entwining into something beautiful. To speak of your own feelings so kindly, to feel them so bravely; neither was easy in a city that rushed you by. How many days hadn't Akira felt left behind? The heavy weight of loss clinging to their shoulders while time stayed unforgiving. (But that was also the beauty of it. Flowers still bloomed nonetheless.) Loneliness and love overflowing every fiber of their being, staying within their heart wasn't enough, and yet that was all Akira had. What they had.

And eventually, this feeling too would pass. Engraved within the world and carefully stacked notebooks. I don't want to forget this, even though it hurt, even though they cried, even though they didn't know what the echoes of his laughter sounded like. Are you doing well? Did you eat yet? I'm praying for you. I hope you're happy. I want to believe that he's still right here. They thought so too. Someone you speak about so fondly changed you heart, carefully building the blocks of trust into a home. Being apart couldn't change that.

It was a lovely way of expressing it, and from the depths of their heart they hoped his friend would feel his sincerity. Although, as long as it was Daisuke, they were sure that gratitude had already been delivered. Reaching out to people with unconditional kindness was difficult. …Did Daisuke realize that? A memory of a flower field and bunnies, I really, really wanted to see him smile again. That sort of determination shouldn't be taken for granted. How come you don't see it yourself?

…Maybe that was simply the kind of people they were.

The silence encapsulated by the sound of busy streets is broken by their laughter. Short, gentle, airy, and close to tears, the love aching in their soul having no place else to go. They look to the sky, in some places of the world the moon is shining, and sigh. People you can't meet and people you wish to thank and people you will slowly forget. Relying on others, arguing with others, and bonds intertwined through fate and circumstance, no matter what they would surely meet someone dear and lose someone beloved again.

"...Can you tell me about him? Even if I can't meet him, I'd love to hear the story of you two."

It might not be a happy ending, and it might not be told in full, but there's something left behind that people don't know, whether it's a castle on the moon or a leviathan in the sea. A story of them.