Upon entering my home,

I close the front door.

It's quiet.

Parents are out on a fancy

dinner date.

I remove my shoes, quickly

walking up the stairs to

Ronin's room.

Getting up the stairs, I notice

that Ronin's bedroom door

is normally closed.

I haven't been in his room

since I was eleven and

This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.

now I'm eighteen.

Time surely does fly.

"Ronin!" I call out,

standing at his bed-

room door.

The room is empty

as I step inside,

noticing how bare

his room is.

There's no more posters

of his favorite bands

or movies,

just bare black

and dark walls.

What stands out the most

is his book shelf which has

many books that aren't

manga.

Ronin used to read

manga all the time,

his favorite series

was called,

??????

I can't recall.

I don't think he can

either.