TWEWYpairings

It had been almost a week since he’d come here. The enlightened boy had gotten used to the surroundings with ease, and it seemed strange for him to think  that he had been a man on his deathbed a week ago. No, it seemed more like he had always been the scrawny if not somehow beautified version of his fifteen year old self that he was today; and would be for eternity. The Dead God’s Pad was a good place to pass the time. In fact for him, it was the only place. Few other places held any interest for him in Shibuya. Not when fans were still mourning the singer of the band that had risen up from (what was nearly) Shibuya’s Ashes

Coming home to Tokyo was strange. I'd been in Osaka for a long time on business and walking the streets of Shibuya seemed almost foreign, despite the fact that the citys' streets are similar. The reason for my abrupt return was probably what made it all the more surreal. My father was dying. He'd been fighting this sickness, this cancer for such a long time it seemed like... I had stopped to stand in front of the statue of Hachiko when I got off of the train. He was there as always; unchanging. It took me back to the day that mother had found out about dad's sickness. She had left the hospital at a run. I followed her because my sister was t