That night in Tokyo.

Stage 3: Grief

Losing someone is hard, but not when you don't know they exist.

Right now, there is at least 1 person who died. Well, it doesn't affect me, but I still find this sincerity in my heart, for an odd reason.

We don't even know what they look like, although we humans seem to have an unbreakable connection to them and no one but ourselves.

To explain, most of the time the "sympathy" is what we call "don't look like a bad person in front of them." We don't like to admit it, but what we actually think is "I'm happy it isn't me that's going through that, so I'll be there to boost myself".

To the people who actually care, it's gotta happen to you any day. If you can't relate, just be honest to comfort them. When people need you, be there for them before it's too late.

Because then you'll be buried in a stage of grief.