Dear Daiki

intermission.

The two boys walked down the sidewalk, both looking ahead. One was completely bliss filled and was oblivious to the others annoyance with the situation.

The magenta eyed boy looked up at the sky with a smile. "Hi mom..." He spoke softly.

"Who the hell are you talking to dickhead??"

"Oh, no one, don't worry." He chuckled softly, kicking a little pebble. There was maybe no way he'd understand but it was worth asking. "Hey, Takete, do you believe in loved ones looking down on you from heaven?"

"Are you schizophrenic, dickhead?"

"No, no, it's not like i'm actually seeing them. It's more like an idea. A philosophy that your loved ones who passed away become stars in the sky. When you're happy, they shine with you. And... i like to think my mom is a beautiful star, shining up above me. Looking down on me with love."

A chuckle soon escaped his lips as he adjusted his scarf. "Sorry, it's stupid i know." His magenta eyes looked back at the other to see shock on the sculptors face. "Y-Your mom is dead?"

"Yeah... she passed away from cancer a little after i was born." He turned again walking ahead with the other following in a stunned silence. "... I'm sorry for your loss, dickhead."

They continued their ways, just walking in silence. It had been so long since his steps felt light. He felt happy, and he absolutely adored this night.

A girl suddenly stopped them. "M-May i get your number?" She asked the magenta eyed boy. The mixologist smiled to her kindly, "Ah, i'm sorry but i happen to be on a date." Her face turned red as she muttered out apologies.

She began to walk away when the sculptor told the other to wait a moment while he went to the bathroom.

The magenta eyed boy agreed happily, waiting for him inside the restaurant. Meanwhile the other had caught up to that girl and gave her his own number.

Unbeknownst to the mixologist, this was not going to end happily. There was no happily ever after for him.

He was only the one on strings. The puppet of a puppeteer.