Prologue 2

Five days later

"Liam will be missed in death, as much as he was loved in life." The pastor finished his speech to the crowd of one, then stepped down from the podium. Yue stood up and slowly walked over to the coffin that is at the front of the room with a bouquet.

As she saw the face of her friend, tears began to escape once more. "I... I tried to find enough flowers... So... So that... It would be as if... As if..." Yue paused as she tried to hold back her tears, even if only for a little longer. "As if your family was here... So you wouldn't feel alone..." As Yue finished her sentence, she fell at the side of the coffin, tears flowing down her cheeks. A man entered the room from the back.

After a few moments, Yue felt a hand on her shoulder, though she didn't move. "Miss, we can only offer you a few more minutes, his body is to be buried." A man in a black suit said. She didn't respond but continued to weep.

'If I hadn't asked you to go that day... If I had just gone in the car... Would you still be here?' She asked herself, wondering if the blame lies with her. 'Why couldn't it have been me? I'm sure you would be more composed at the least...' She continued her train of thought.

After a few minutes, Yue had managed to regain her composure and turned to the man. "Please, allow me to help carry the coffin." She asked. The man simply nodded as he looked at his phone and clicked a button. Within a few seconds, a few other men walked in. One man closed the coffin and the rest stood next to it at standby.

"Miss, please carry it from here." The man from earlier said as he pointed to a handle towards the front. She nodded, then stood at standby, similarly to the men.

Two weeks later.

"Oh god, how long ago did they say this happened? It fucking stinks in here!" The detective said as he looked at the decaying body hanging from the ceiling.

"The reports say they think it was around two weeks ago, her name is Yue Sakamoto." An officer replied. "The reports also say that it was suicide, but the parents wanted us to take a look and ensure foul play wasn't involved." The officer continued.

The detective looked around the room, looking for any hints leaning one way or the other. "Does she have any friends?" The detective asked.

"She had one, but he died five days prior to the assumed time of death." The officer responded.

"I see. Did she talk about him often? Any feelings?" The detective continued to ask questions.

"Her parents said that she has liked him for around two and a half years, and would talk about him quite often. They met when she was sixteen." The officer continued to answer questions. After a few moments of looking around the scene, the detective found a note under the bed, seemingly knocked off of the nightstand next to it when the chair was tipped over.

"To the people who find this: I have decided to commit suicide. I feel I no longer have a reason to live. This pain is unbearable and my world no longer has a sun- Man, seems like we have a poet." The detective said.

"At least pretend to respect the dead." The officer said.

"Alright, alright, continuing. I would like to apologize to my parents. I couldn't handle this crushing weight of sadness, and I couldn't maintain my sanity. I'm sorry and goodbye." The Detective paused. "That was mildly anti-climactic, though I do think this should be enough evidence for the suicide theory, and if it isn't, back to the drawing board, I guess." The detective finished as he bagged the note after folding it.