“To this day, I still remember the color of the sunrise that morning. However, thoughts of the beginning tend to bring memories of the end as well. Memories of the things that slipped from my grasp, of the people I failed to protect. The day I reached for your hand and couldn’t clutch it. These are my regrets.”

If my siblings were still alive… Maybe we would’ve gone drinking one day. Sorry, but I still haven’t managed to die yet. But I did bring some fine sake, so cut me some slack. One day, we’ll all drink together over there.