His Last Song- "Ji'de Tas Anse"

Chapter Four 4.1

4: 35 p.m.

Song and I use the cards as he teaches me how to sing and write. He increases the number of cards that we use so that the songs are harder to come up with.

We go through all the cards as time goes on, then we watch the show that I was watching last night on my phone. We lay down on the floor, on our stomachs, and I put my phone against the wall under the window. I rest my head in my hands as I watch the show and he lays his head in his arms.

"Why do you like to watch romance shows?" He asks.

"This isn't really a romance show," I say. "It's a slice-of- life show and romance happens to be in it."

"Well, why do you like to watch shows like this?"

"They're more interesting than movies and shows that always go right."

"There are movies and shows that end badly?"

"There are plenty. You've never seen any?"

He shakes his head. "Whenever I watched movies or shows, they always ended happily; it was unrealistic."

"Well, it always ending happily is unrealistic, but if it ended happily sometimes it would be realistic."

"A lot of things don't end happily. I'm sure this apocalypse is one of those things."

"I think it's gonna end great," I say as I lay my head on my arms. "We're all going to get out of this."

He grumbles something as he closes his eyes.

He's falling asleep in front of me. That means he's letting his guard down! We're becoming friends!

I smile then I look back at the show. I watch the show as he starts lightly snoring and I chuckle.

A little later, I start becoming tired too.

I yawn then my eyes flutter close.

...(Last year)...

I lay under my blanket and hug my pillow close to me as I cry, tears lightly soak the pillow.

There's a knock on my room door, then they come over and sit next to me on my bed. They pull the blanket from over my head then they rub a hand through my hair as I sniffle.

"Itsuki, are you alright?" My Baba asks.

"No," I snivel. "All my friends...are go-going on a trip to J-ja-japan, and I'm stuck here because of my s-s-stupid s-school."

"I'm so sorry," she says. "We really, really tried. We didn't think that your condition would be a hindrance."

"It's n-not a hindrance, the s-school's just afraid of dis-abled people. They think dis-disabled people are fragile a-and subhuman."

"Ah... I'm sorry, I didn't mean that it was a hindrance like that."

I rub my eyes as I sit up, "I kn-know, I know. It's al-alright. Don't fe-feel bad. It's just...my friends will make mem-ories...w-without me because of how people v-v-view me and my bo-dy." –I look up at her– "I'm sorry for m-making you and Papa work...all those hours to p-pay off the expenses."

"Don't worry about that," she says as she shakes her head. "We'd do anything just so you can be happy."

I smile and lean into her chest, "Th-thank you, Baba."

She rubs my head, "Mm-hm."

There's a knock on the door then my grandpa comes in. He smiles happily as he holds up three plane tickets.