'I'm not one who has ever been any good at making public speeches, especially when it comes to speaking at the funeral of my best friend,' Yumi began, looking into the hurt sorrowful faces of Saori's family, friends, and peers from behind the podium. Unable to face the people in fear of bursting out into tears, Yumi looked down at the black coffin that lay before her littered with flowers and memoriables. Swallowing hard on the pain that had built up inside her throat and taking a deep breath, Yumi continues the eulogy.
Standing on a boulder looking out at the bay, Tetsuro squinted his eyes at the bright light as he holds his young baby girl close to his racing heart. The figure ascending to the heaven lit up the night sky with pure brilliant light. As she looked down upon her husband standing by the ocean edge, the white being uttered two final words before finally vanishing in a flash of light. “I promise…”
In the weeks that followed, Saori found herself drawn more and more into the fun loving life of this stranger who was quickly becoming her closest friend. She was subconsciously spending more and more time with Tsuyoshi. Every morning, much to the surprise of Gyro and her father, Saori was up, ready and out the door long before the bus arrived just to get to school early to hang out with Tsuyoshi. Gyro found he was having a much harder time keeping up with her new habits and set his own morning activation time an hour earlier to make up for this odd change. Instead of missing the morning bus, Saori ended up missing the bus ride home and often found that she had been a little late to her classes, which was against her normal punctual habits. Her art class became the soul reason for coming to school each day