Depression.

Dissapointment.

These emotions are all so real to me.

Love is the one everyone wants to talk about. I don't understand why.

I want to be there the day the define "love." I want to be there. I want to stand up. I want to hear them tell me what I feel can't be true. It isn't their love.

It's mine.

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Chapter One

It wasn't rare for Asakura Yoh to have a sleepless night. Not the sort of thing people would expect from a quiet boy. One who seemed always dozing off. Thick illusions of a hidden life.

He could hear pale notes, like a piano played through the silence of sifting time. The light music of a rainstorm, it was beautiful. Clouds had turned the moon into a pale streak across the sky.

Izumo. That was the last time he saw the dark sky crumble like that.

Like everything else, it all began with fire.