**THIS IS NOT FANFICTION**
Kairo Sato was destined for greatness until he wasn't.
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His buried past reanimates back to life and forces him to escape the only dream he was sure of. Struggling to come to terms with it, and wanting to escape judgin...
The members were called to the company to hear the news, and I was told to pack my stuff alone.
It didn't take long to pack up, but I couldn't get my feet to move as I stared at the small living space we shared. It was a space full of life I was once a part of, but now there was no trace of me.
The memories of sleepless nights practicing, and just spending time together seem to play in my head as I stare at the space, and I feel my heart shatter as the reality sets in.
I will never be that sixteen-year-old boy again. I will never be with the boys again. My existence in Zenith will be erased. My six years with them will be a figment of their imagination.
The phone in my pocket vibrates as the notification ping echoes around the space. They were on the way home, and the company told me I had to be gone by then. The announcement will come out soon, and I need to be as far away as I can to reduce the impact on them.
Begrudgingly, I grab my stuff and make my way to the door. I refuse the urge to turn back knowing if I do I don't think I'd have the strength to leave. As I hear the door click behind me I keep walking.
I count my steps to the elevator and press the button to the parking. I know no one will be there but I still find myself hiding behind a mask and hat. The shame seems to weigh itself on me as the distance starts to grow, the chasm feeling endless.
I don't look up until I've sat myself in the driver's seat of the rental car. The tinted windshield so dark it takes me a second for my eyes to adjust. I feel my chest tighten.
Start the engine, Kairo.
I watch as my fingers do as they're told, the car rumbling to life.
Pull out of the parking space.
I had learned very early on in this career to manage any sort of overwhelming feeling. Push it down, or else you lose control. Detach yourself and break everything down. Move robotically and just do what you have to do.
And eventually, you'll be rewarded with happiness.
I was so close...
I shake my head. There is no space for my naive sixteen-year-old self in this life now. The poor dreamer. If only he had the foresight to see what his life would be like. I wouldn't have let myself dream if I knew it would be shattered like this.
The false sense of hope is what took everything out of me. That was the last of the old Kairo. That week of pure bliss.
The road starts to blur as everything plays in my head like an old video camera. Everything already feels so distant, like there is a dream-like filter that covers all of their laughter and smiles.
I wasted it all. It's all my fault.
The past year breaks through the barrier I had put up in an attempt to repress it, but I feel the horrors flash through me once more. The horror. The chaos. The self-hatred. The Pity. The screams. My hands tremble as I grip the steering wheel.
I take in a breath. "I just need to get out of here," I tell myself as I straighten my back. "Get to the airport, have a drink and forget it all."
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