By: Symee-Sama He cursed himself for his foolishness. It had been months now, but he still had trouble believing it. That his friend could have died at the age of 18. He supposed that it was partially his fault, he should have been there. Maybe if he had been there, he would have been able to do something… He shook his head slightly, gazing at the street below. There was no sense in agonising over what might have happened. Wishing that events turned out differently did nothing to change things… He looked up at the sky again. Are you there, my friend? He wondered. Are you still flying among the stars like you used to?