Arima Kousei POV: (3 years ago)

I was woken up by a nurse who entered my room in the mental hospital where I was locked in.

I tried to escape but she still held and pinned me on a wall. She could hear me whimpering but she still did and struck a long, painful needle on my veins. She shoved medicines on my mouth after that. After that, she dragged me out of my room with handcuffs on until we reached the visiting rooms. I was surprised to see Seto Hiroko when we arrived inside it.

"Ma'am, I hope you do take care of him patiently. He's still in trauma but he had already stopped trying to kill himself," the female nurse told me after I was taken off handcuffs. "I hope you are sure to do this."

"Don't worry. I will take care of him," she told her. I'm wearing a white shirt and white pants in the building where I lived for years. I know that I should be happy that I don't have handcuffs now but it was so new to me that I don't have one outside my room.

Seto Hiroko took my hands and my medicines after that on the table. She knelt in front of me. "How are you, Kousei?"

I didn't say anything. I don't want to speak. I haven't spoken any word ever since I found my father in a pool of blood. I'm still at that place and I can't forget it. I can't leave that dreadful past of mine. I don't want to believe he's dead. It's just a dream, right? I haven't woken up from this dreadful nightmare, right?

"Apparently, ma'am, he is still in trauma and he hasn't spoken a word ever since we had him here," she told her.

"Does he know what his age is now?" she asked her.

I spoke up for the very first time to answer her question. "Fifteen... I'm fifteen... I just graduated... Dad is waiting for me. We... "

After that, I heard them gasp. I don't know why they all looked shocked. I'm right, aren't I?

She hugged me with tears flowing down her eyes. "Kousei, you're eighteen years old now," she told me.

"No! No! I'm fifteen! My father... My father is still alive, right?" I shouted at them with my tears spreading out of my eyes.

"I'll help you move on, Kousei. You don't deserve to stay here in Yokohama Mental Hospital," she said to me as she held my hands gently while I sob so painfully. "If the Sawabes can't take care of you, I will."

She dried my tears as she slowly brings me out of the building where I have lived and adapted. The walls protected me from the dangers of the outside world. Now that I am outside, I feel afraid of the world.

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Upon the time we reached her blue house, she made me sit on a bed. Like the nurses from where I came from, she injected something into me that helps me sleep dreamlessly for a while. I closed my eyes immediately while I feel her covering me with a blanket. The medicine was too temporary as I still dream about the day I found my father dying on the floor that makes me scream harder.

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Seto Hiroko POV:

The next day when I saw Kousei awake, I was astounded to see him having blank eyes. His blank eyes gave me so many chills that I felt fear spread on my nerves but I need to fight that fear. He's a helpless and lifeless doll that breathes right now. He needs me to take care of him.

My husband, Seto Genichi visited me in my blue house in Tokyo to take our daughter after he heard that I took Kousei at my house. He's afraid of what he will do in my house due to his delicate condition. "The boy is mentally dead, Seto Hiroko! You can't save the boy already. He died on the same day his father was killed. He only looks like he is still alive and breathing but he's gone! Return him back in the mental hospital!"

"Someone has to take care of him," I shouted back. "I don't want him to stay there! He'll only get worse in a mental ward!"

He left the apartment afterward with our daughter.

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I returned back to Kousei after I had an argument with my husband. That's when I found out that he wet his bed.

"Kousei...," I breathed in.

He gazed at me with his empty eyes and after that, his eyes closed. It's obvious that he's tired and exhausted. His emotional pain won't go away and I'm sure he's struggling deep inside him. I carried him out of the bed and laid him on the couch to change the sheets of his bed and change his clothes to another white shirt and white pants.

After I changed it, I carried him back on the bed. He was silent all throughout that time and he never began to act violent around me.

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The next day Watari Ryota and Tsubaki Sawabe came to visit him. I guided the two of them in Kousei's room but while we were walking to go in his room, we heard him screaming and crying.

We didn't waste time. We hurried to go to his room. After we arrived in his room, we all saw him sitting on the floor with tears falling down his eyes. I approached him immediately. "What's wrong, Kousei?"

Kousei didn't answer me.

He just held me tightly while he is shaking with fear.

"You must not be afraid. You can tell me," I told him.

"Dad! I saw him bleeding! Please save him!" he screamed. "Please, save him Seto- san!"

When he said those words, his friends knew that he had nightmares. I chose to inject him with a sedative at his right shoulder and after that, he fell asleep.

"Kousei is still living in the past, Seto-san?" Tsubaki asked while Watari Ryota carry him to lay him back on his bed.

I looked at Kousei. "Yes."

"How can we help him, Seto-san?" Watari asked me after he finished laying him down the bed.

Kousei is still so sick and frail. He's getting paler every single day. He also does still breathe painfully. If he was kept on that condition, he would eventually pass away early. I can't let him die like this!

"Help him know that he is loved. Kousei will recover. We can't give up on that one," I told them.

Both of them nodded. Before they leave his room, I covered Kousei back with a white blanket.

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Arima Kousei POV:

While I was sleeping that night, I turned sideways and heard something strange outside of the house. It's raining heavily outside my room. It's dark and cold.

There is also another sound that I haven't heard for a long time. I stood up from my bed and left my room.

I saw Seto Hiroko playing her piano at the center of the small house. When I saw the piano, it reminded me of my father, mother, and Kaori. I wasn't able to stop my tears from falling down my eyes. The sound of the piano does remind me of the happy days that will never return.

"Kousei!" she exclaimed after she noticed my presence. "Come with me. Let's go back to your room."

I shook my head. "No. I want to stay. Seto-san, am I really eighteen now? Is my father really gone?"

She hugged me and honestly answered, "Yes, Kousei. Your father is gone."

While I am standing beside her, I screamed again. I kept on shaking my head. I can't believe that he's dead. I don't want him to be dead. Didn't he promise me that we will watch the fireworks display together? Isn't it that he hasn't arrived yet? He will come back and get me, right?

Slowly, there were visions of a brown coffin going deep on the ground with white flowers on top that entered my mind. "Don't let them bury him, Seto-san! Please don't! Dad is still alive! He's just sleeping! He promised me that he will be with me again!"

I held on her shoulders for support. I just let all of the pain out of me. I kept crying and screaming while I take off all of the pain I suppressed for years. I don't even know if the visions I am seeing in my mind have truly happened. Were they really memories? I don't even remember the time where once again, my world darkened. The pain is killing me. I want to be numb and not feel any emotions again. I was numb but after she took me back home, the pain of the past was returning back to me.

My father is dead and gone...

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A/n: I'm sorry if the pain is too much. There will be more. Thank you! Don't forget to vote and comment!