And the wind whispered the thought, ‘You didn’t understand. You never really tried, did you? Did you ever think to ask if everything was okay? You never cared to question the reason behind those ridiculous answers given during interviews.

‘You thought everything was all right, while I struggled by myself. I did, you know. Though you were always by my side, I was alone.’

"You never talked to us. You always kept to yourself..."

‘Did you ever notice? ...I tried to get your attention. You thought it was an act, when I’d mention about my life. "always joking, ne?" you’d say.’

"I... I wish he could have trusted us enough to let us help him..." tears fell freely from the young man’s eyes.

‘I trusted you... but you kept pushing me away. "You’re so strange," you said. "Why don’t you answer truthfully?" Strange? No, just... too proud to ask for help... too afraid to show you what I felt. It was hard for me, you know?
I needed someone to help carry the burden. But you never wanted to spare even a few moments for me.’

"We were here for you all the time."

‘I was alone. With everyone around me I was still alone. I couldn’t handle it... I...’

"...why?"

‘You didn’t understand. You still don’t.’

The wind sighed and whispered, ‘I’m so tired...’

As the cherry blossoms danced, the falling tears made dark splotches on the stoic stone.

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ak's comments: ee... kinda depressing (to me, at least). ...is it bad luck to write a story about someone's death when they're still alive?
Saa, this was based on the poem "not waving, but drowning" by Stevie Smith, but DEG's "Room #304, Harukana no Sakura" influenced me a lot. ...I didn't really wanna say names, but I was never too good at being vague. And if you don't know, "you" are the four people present.
Anyway, I hope you like'd it.
Komento ha kudasai!