
Repeatedly Kenzou rubbed his face rough, sighing heavily hoping that the restlessness in his heart was gone, instead of disappearing into the restlessness it was increasingly stirring in his heart. Looking up Kenzou's eyes caught the closet a few meters away.
Opening a drawer Kenzou took out a red box that he had long stored very well, but did not have the courage to open it, as a result the box could only be hugged very tightly.
After a long time did not touch the red box, pieces of memory began to appear. Kenzou dropped his body on the floor as his feelings grew more and more erratic. Kenzou repeatedly wanted to forget those memories, but it felt like they were reluctant to leave him.
"Aghhh!" kenzou yelled frustratedly as the clear feathers drenched his cheeks. "Why should I feel and live the destiny of life like this? why not someone else!"
Kenzou's fingers are getting tighter grasping the box. "Why can I be this stupid for you to lie, why can I not be suspicious at all with your innocent face!"
"You're being honest from the start, this will never happen, never will!" press Kenzou on his last sentence.
Feeling the screams and cries was not enough to forget what he felt, Kenzou's clenched hand hit the marble before him repeatedly, the pain was no longer ignored Kenzou even fresh blood had come out from between the fingers.
Without Kenzou noticing a person who had just opened the door of his room rounded his eyes to see his behavior. "Basic fool!" as Alan runs towards Kenzou holding his heavy hand to stop even though Kenzou is constantly in revolt, Alan does not want his best friend to hurt himself. "Enough!" alan said with great affirmation.
Kenzou flashed a sharp look with his eyes already reddened. "Who told you to come in!" Kenzou pushed Alan's shoulder until the man fell backward. "Get out!" Kenzou pointed at the door with bloodied hands.
Seeing Kenzou at the peak of his emotions requires Alan to be patient, because if both are in an emotional state it can cause a big fight. "Zou"
"Get out!" throw out Kenzou with the same tone.
Kenzou chuckled cynically with a blank eye. "He hated me so much that he chose to leave me"
Alan was silent, still focusing on Kenzou's hand that was still bleeding. Until Alan's ears heard a sobbing from Kenzou's mouth.
"What's my fault, until she leaves me this fast"
Alan sighed softly wrapping the last bandage on Kenzou's hand, putting the medicine back into place. "When will you be in this condition?" Alan raised a question, looking at Kenzou who was just silent with a blank look, it seemed that the man had no direction in life now. "You know, mama, dad, me, even all the employees in the office get the impact of your nature"
There was still no response from Kenzou, making Alan sigh again. "Your wounds have been treated, now rest" said Alan still not get an answer from the owner of the wound. Alan moved from his place leaving Kenzou still at home on the floor.
Kenzou drifts further in his reverie as soon as Alan leaves. Alan was treating the wounds in his hands, but not his heart. Long enough after Alan Kenzou's departure he decided to refresh the body, putting the box back in place. Fill the bathtub fully, immersing the whole body in the cold afternoon water.
After cleaning Kenzou's body out of the room wearing a leather jacket that was perfectly attached to his body, descend one by one the stairs quickly. Get in the car driving it to a place, do not forget the man stopped by for a while to buy something.
***
It did not take long now Kenzou arrived at his destination, a very quiet place there was only himself and a tombstone in front of him, engraved so perfectly a very beautiful name up there. Landing Kenzou's hand always caressed the tombstone feelingly.
"I came to see you"