The rain soaked through my clothing. The air had become cold aganist my skin. I stared dejectedly at nothing and saw nothing. Everything was empty, shallow and it didn't hold my attention, anymore. A part of me reconised that I was acting irrational, but I couldn't help it. I was just so overwelhemed with saddness. My chest felt hollow with dread. I kept my gaze locked with the moon. I had left the hospital earlier feeling worse than I had when I entered. I slumped aganist the wall. I was so dark and I felt so lost.
I knew that my firends would be worried, and angry if I stayed too long. I knew that this wasn't the time to be a burden. I would have to go back and help Jirou's family. I knew that I was just being selfish. I sighed, I turned and headed back to the place I had run from. I suppose sometimes you just have to pretend to be strong (even when your not).
I took a deep breath in and mentally perpared myself. I knew that I could do it. I righted my position and held my head up higher. I walked though the doors feeling lighter than I had before and more ready to deal with the current situation.