Regret Is Always At The End

The wind was cold and strong; luckily he was wearing his jacket. He walked passed 10 graves and stopped at the 11th one. The name 'Kiyoka Maki' was engraved on the tombstone. He gently placed a bouquet in front of it.

He sighed as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. Ryutaro heard that his sister was forced to participate in a killing game and then murdered. He also knew that Kiyoka shouldn't have died and could possibly survive since she wasn't Mitch's target.

He shook his head as he remembered that someone who he idolized was actually the one who killed Kiyoka. It sounded like a sick joke.

Truthfully, him and Kiyoka didn't like each other. They would always argue and fight pointlessly. She would always annoy him and complain about her talent. He would shout at her and then slam the door on her face after their argument.

He desperately searched his mind, trying to remember their interactions. Any good memory of them both together without scowling at each other. But there was none. All he could remember was them fighting.

He might not like Kiyoka but she was still his older sister. She didn't deserved to suffer and die. He didn't notice how his fists were clenched or the grinding that his teeth made. He glared at the tombstone in front of him- no, he glared at the next tombstone, the one that belonged to her killer.

A single tear fell down his cheek which was quickly followed by more tears. After he realized that he was crying, he swiftly wiped his eyes. His glare softened. It wasn't like he could change anything, she couldn't return now.

Quietly, he whispered to the grave. "I'm sorry..." He wished that they spent more time together having fun and totally not arguing every second.

'It's very cold out here today.' He thought. It suddenly got colder; he can't help but feel shivers. He rubbed his hands together hoping that it would at least warm him even just a little. It was no use. In fact, it was getting colder every passing second. It was weird but he decided the he should leave and return tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow it wouldn't be cold.

With one last look at her grave, Ryutaro left. He didn't notice the girl sitting on the top of his sister's tombstone, swinging her dangling legs like a child.

"That guy has some nuts! He fucking glared at me." A boy with blonde hair shouted. The girl groaned in annoyance.

A shorter girl came by and looked at the flowers. "Mr. Maki left another beautiful bouquet of flowers. He always visits here right?"

After observing the flowers, a white haired boy returned his gaze at the sky. "These flowers are white tulips, if I'm correct. In Hanakotoba, white tulips meant asking for forgiveness. "

"He always comes here with flowers. Sometimes they're the same, sometimes they're different." The first girl spoke, setting her foot on the ground. "I'm... not sure what to feel..."

"You're not going to forgive him?" A third tall girl with black hair asked.

The first girl looked at the other girl as if she said something ridiculous. She laughed, then her look turned solemn. "Of course, I'm going to forgive him!" She smiled brightly.

"He's my little brother, after all."

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This is for the contest that _Micah-Drew_ is holding.