The quiet city lay beneath a blanket of darkness, the silence broken only by the distant hum of life, a stark reminder of the home Yami had lost.

"i have lost my parents who were my only friends".

As the train rolled away from the bustling heart of Tokyo, Yami Tsuki stared out the window, the city lights fading into a blur. The rhythmic clatter of the wheels on the tracks did little to soothe the turmoil within him. This was his first journey to his uncle's home, and the weight of his loss felt heavier than the luggage beside him.

Sitting in the corner, he watched the world slip by, each passing landscape a reminder of what he had left behind. His heart ached, not just for his parents but for the void they had left—his only friends, his unwavering support in a world that had always felt isolating.

Then he noticed a young girl seated across the aisle, giggling as her parents pointed out the scenery. The warmth of their laughter pierced through Yami's solitude. He couldn't help but recall the countless times his own parents had filled his life with joy, their voices echoing in his mind.

A lump formed in his throat as he fought back tears. The innocent joy of the child was a stark contrast to his heartache. He recalled family outings, picnics in the park, and bedtime stories, moments that felt like lifetimes ago. The girl's laughter twisted like a knife, a bittersweet reminder of everything he had lost.

Yami looked away, blinking rapidly to chase away the tears threatening to spill. The ache of loneliness settled deeper within him, an unshakeable companion. Here he was, surrounded by people, yet feeling utterly alone. He longed for the warmth of his parents' embrace, the security of their presence, and the comfort of knowing he was loved. But now, all he had was a memory—a haunting whisper of the life he once had.

As the train continued its journey, Yami felt the distance grow not just between him and his destination but also between him and the world around him. He was on the outside looking in, a spectator in a life that seemed to move on without him.