LAST CONFESSION
The shrine bells sing a sorrowful love story.
White pigeons flew around the blooming sakura trees as its branches sway with the gentle push of the wind. The clouds are slowly drifting in the clear blue skies, making the sun peek at the edge of the earth.
It's morning. I found myself on my old comfortable bed in my room, here in the Brightmore Shrine. I briefly checked my body. My heart feels light. Everything about me feels so great. I don't have to endure the pain that was stored in my heart anymore.
"...Rikkun?"
Those were the first words that went out of my mouth. I raised my body up and slowly glanced at the corners of the room. Still dreaming, my mind drifted to the last thoughts I had before going to this room. It seems that I have no recollection of what happened… and I feel empty.