The funeral of the love of my life, Hiro Takasu, was held on a rainy day that didn't seem to fit to him when he was alive. Many were covered in tears, as well in his funeral's last night which neither which of I didn't attend.

The only person who would have force me to attend is already gone. The only person who would be in floor to force me to go is gone, and never coming back.

I'm a high school student who recovered her memories just after her love has been taken away from her. Since my parents were already gone, all I can do is cry and remain holed up in my own room. Those actions of mine were due to the loneliness and emptiness of losing a loved one. Unless I was forced to go with him, my love, I would just spend my day off alone since I don't have any memories of having a friend.

The book I was currently reading was something he can only make, the single masterpiece that was made by the man who would only make a novel out of thin air. I'm a girl who didn't even read books nor have memories of having read a book. Though I planned to read and praise him after my memories have gone back, it was too late for that now.

Since nothing could be done about my emptiness, I made up my mind to return that novel to his house once I was done with it. As I greet his picture, that might be a good time to give it back.

Just as I put the book down, I was struck by a sudden realization. It had been over a week since I got in touch with the outside world. I just couldn't find the courage of going out now that he's gone.

After checking through my messages, I had sent a message to him, my love. A message with only a mere line, If only he hasn't read it, he'd still be here today. All I wanted to say is I love him, but I couldn't anymore. My words will never reach him ever again. If only I can turn back the time just right before it happened, I will.