Two years later...

Osomatsu woke up one morning to complete darkness. He opened and closed his eyes, but there was no light.

Standing up, Osomatsu stumbled out of his futon, accidentally stepping on all of his brothers.

"Good grief, Osomatsu!" Choromatsu hissed, kicking his brother. "Watch where you're going. How can you not see? It's already 9 o'clock!"

"I can't see..." Osomatsu thought to himself, remembering how, just the day before, he was gazing at Karamatsu, performing at the concert hall. "But the last things I saw are really all I'll ever need to remember seeing..."

A pang of sadness hit Osomatsu later that day as he listened to Ichimatsu and Karamatsu laugh with one another, getting along more than they ever had before.

"Your happiness is my happiness..." Osomatsu tried to remind himself, though it was difficult to keep from crying. "But you promised me, that in my lowest moments, you would be here for me. So where are you now, Karamatsu? You're in the same room as me, yet I feel so alone..."

Though Osomatsu couldn't see, Karamatsu glanced over at his dear brother, pity in his eyes. It was as if he knew all that had happened, but he really didn't.

"I have to be happy...I have to be happy that Karamatsu is happy...I should be happy that he graduated music school and will be moving to a separate house...I should be happy that he's so close with Ichimatsu now...I should..." Osomatsu felt tears running down his cheeks as he continued to try to feel happy. "I knew his day was coming. I just need to get over myself and understand that Karamatsu doesn't love me. He. Does. Not. Love. Me....and that's alright! But even then...even if his feelings never returned to mine...I still cannot gaze at him like I used to. I loved seeing him on those lonely stages, expressing himself. I loved drawing while listening to him, too."

"Hey, do you wanna go out for a walk, Ichimatsu?" Karamatsu asked.

Osomatsu could already hear the two leaving the room together.

Weeks later...

"My only wish in life was for someone to love me," Osomatsu thought, stumbling up from the sofa, which he had been sitting on since the moment he had woken up. "But now I realize, love doesn't exist for some people. Garbage, like Ichimatsu called me. Selfish idiots don't deserve love."

Keeping his hands on the wall, Osomatsu made his way into the kitchen.

Pulling open a drawer, he carefully felt around until he felt a thick, metal object.

"This one," Osomatsu thought to himself as all of his feelings of self hatred began to build up.

Osomatsu positioned the gun in front of his head, his hand on the trigger.

"OSOMATSU!" Karamatsu screamed, having just entered the house with Ichimatsu.

Throwing several bags of groceries onto the floor, Karamatsu attempted to stop his blind brother.

But it was no use.

"Like you said to me that day..." Osomatsu spoke softly. "There's something I haven't been telling you."

"W-What are you ta-talking about?!" Karamatsu cried out frantically.

"I always said to myself, that your happiness was also my happiness. But, as it turns out, it's not." Osomatsu spoke his final words with regret, then proceeded to shoot himself in the head.

~ The End ~