I arrived in front of my mother's grave, and just...sat down. At this point in time, after everything that has transpired, I just feel so goddamn lost. Just what am I supposed to do? Ah, who gives a damn? I searched my pants for something and then pulled it out. What is it? Just a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. I proceeded to grab one, put it in my mouth, and lit it. Ah, always so bitter. But, I like it. So strangely comforting, and calming. Smoking has been a habit of mine for a couple of years now. I'm far from a chain-smoker, only smoking one or two cigarettes a day, but it is steadily increasing. But I’m not going to quit anytime soon. It's just a way for me to remember my mother, who smokes packs and packs of cigarettes daily. I never knew how she did it.

"Hey, Mom. It's been a while. I know I haven't been visiting much, so I'm sorry. I've really been picking up your habit of cursing and smoking. I know you don't want me to but, hey, the apple never falls far from the tree, huh? Your husband is still a massive douche. Sometimes I wonder why you married him in the first place," I said aloud. The cemetery was empty as always. It's just me, the graves and a pack of cigarettes, under the scorching sun.

"I myself wonder why she choose a man like me," the distinctive voice of my father could be heard.

Haha, have I lost it too much that I'm starting to hear things? Well, I didn't have much sanity in the first place. so I'm not surprised if I went insane. I turned around to see whether I had gone insane or not, but there he was, In a different suit, wearing a smile I've never seen him wear.

My eyes widen a bit. “And why the hell are you here? Weren't you supposed to catch a plane by now?"

"It got delayed," He answered simply. “Minors shouldn't smoke, you know,"

"Like I give a damn. So, why are you even here? You weren't even there for her funeral. What gives you the right to visit her grave, Bastard?"

I expected that prideful man to boil in rage, but the opposite happened. He gave me a shocked expression, then turned into a melancholic smile.

"I loved her too, you know. I regret being such a blind fool to even not say goodbye, but I loved her as much as you do,"

"L-like, I'd believe T-hat crap," His sorrow made me stutter.

"I know,"

"Just leave me alone already,"

"I have a proposition,"

"...What are you talking about?"

"Your playing is too rigid and boring, you don't imbue your soul into it, so to speak, and you lack the soul of a true musician, always looking too far ahead,"

"I know that already,"

"It’s not like I don't want to teach you, but I can't. So here's the proposition, I'm sending you to your mother's old hometown, I believe you'll learn lots of things there,"

I blow out some smoke and think about his proposition. At this point, I'm far too exhausted to argue with him. How the hell is going to a place is going to magically improve my playing? I can't read this man at all. But fine, let's try it out. I've always wanted to know where my mother grew up.

"Fine, I'll accept. I'm just too tired to argue with you,"

"Well then, I'll make arrangements for your school transfer. Once summer break ends, you'll transfer to Inaba. See you, son," he promptly left. Leaving me torn and exhausted.

I constantly inhale and blow out the smoke as i ponder at my rash decision. Wonder what Yuna will think? I'm betting she would be pretty pissed off at my abrupt absence. Sigh, too goddamned troublesome. I didn't knew how long i stayed at the cemetery, I sat myself down on the nearby bench and didn't move an inch for hours. By the time I had come to my senses, the moon was up and the stars were shining brightly.

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"So this is where you were," A familiar voice could be heard. "Jeez, Da-chan, you had me really worried when I went to your house and it was empty," Yuna then smacked me hard in the head

"Ow! that really hurts!," I snapped out of my daze.

"Hmph. Serves you right," She pouted. “Sigh, just what were you doing?"

Not hearing an answer from me she said. "It's all right if you don't want to talk about it. Come on, I'll walk you home."

"Eh? I can walk home on my own, you know,"

"Shut up and just be grateful! If i don't take you home myself, then you'd get lost or something,"

"haha, are you worried about me?"

she turned a shade of red. "O-of course I am. You're my friend,"

"Haha, then let's go home,"

We walked through the now empty streets of Tokyo. I was surprised when It was already 11pm, The Hot, harsh afternoon was now replaced by the dark and cold night. Times like this I love to hum a certain song.

"tam taam tam, tam tam tam. Tatatam tam tam, ta ta tam," I hummed through the moonlit night

"Eh? Claire de lune? I love this song,"

"tatam ta tam ta tatatam tam tam tam tam," She followed along

""Tam tam taam, tam, tam tam tam,"

we hummed and hummed until the song ended. At this moment, I feel very relaxed, As if carried by the summer breeze. If time would suddenly stop at this very moment, then I wouldn't mind. But I have to tell her about my departure. Not because I want to, but because I respect our friendship too much.

"Man, all that humming got me hungry!"

"You're always hungry," I deadpanned

"Oi! That's rude to say to a lady!"

We both laughed and joked around. I have to tell her. I have to.

"Yuna, I have something to tell you,"

"Eh, what’s with this sudden serious tone?" She asked, taken aback.

"I lost the tournament earlier today and my father gave me a proposition. He said that I could improve if I moved out to my mother's old hometown for a while. I need to move forwards...So by the end of summer, I'm moving out,"

"Eh...Are you being serious right now?"

"I am,"

"Oh, is that so? haha, this is so sudden. You're always leaving me behind, huh?"

"Sorry..."

"For how long?"

"At least a semester, If not longer,"

"Then it's fine then...I can't depend on you forever, right? Gotta find myself a capable boyfriend,"

"Yeah...Are you sure you're fine with me leaving?"

"Its fine," She said weakly, suddenly a tear fell down from her face. And then, as if the dam broke, tears began to flow from her eyes.

She suddenly hugged me.”You goddamn dumbass! Why the hell do you have to leave so suddenly! You know you and Yusuke are the only two people I can call my best friends! I’ll be really lonely, you know." She mumbled those word as more tears fell. And all I could do was apologize constantly.

I could only apologize as more tears fall. With the way we are hugging and moving, from afar, It would appear as if we are waltzing under the moonlit night,

This went on for a while. "Come on, It's getting really late, we should go home. Let's just go to my house and you call your driver to pick you up,"

"A-all, right," She stuttered.

We went to my house and I lend her some of my clothes, seeing that hers was soaked in tears.  Now we were in the living room of my house, sitting on the couch near the grand piano.

"Your clothes are really big," she said.

"You're just really small," i replied

"I'll take that as a compliment, i guess,"  she then sighed. "I'm sorry about earlier. I get too emotional sometimes,"

"No. It's my fault for being too abrupt with things,"

"Then as an apology, play me something on that beloved piano of yours,"

"Sure, what do you want me to play?"  I sat down on the piano bench.

"Eh, surprise me," she said nonchalantly while twirling her hair.

"Okay,"

Now, what to play? After pondering for a while, I finally decided on a piece;La campanella. I concetrate my mind for a bit and then started playing calmly. Letting my hand slide on the piano, hoping for my playing to be beutiful. As i played, I stared at her face, who was entranced in the music. Her face while calm was somehow very beutiful.

"You're actually really pretty if you are more relaxed often," I teased.

"S-shut up and just keep playing," 

After a while of playing many other songs, her driver finally arrived.

"Well, this is it, see ya around," I said

"Yeah...Goodbye," she said and left.

With this, the day has concluded. It's already 1AM but somehow I'm still restless. So I decided to go up to the balcony of my house for a quick smoke. Now here I am, standing atop my balcony, admiring the beutiful view of the quiet streets of my neighbourhood, while holding a cigarretes on one hand, and having hundreds of thoughts racing through my head. 

"Just where is my life going?" I muttered while hoping for some calm of mind that never will come.