You and your two closest friends hang out together all the time. Your best friend Mika, who you've known since you were both young children, has a very voluptuous and sexy body. Your friend Hoshi, who befriended you and Mika in your freshman year of high school, seems to be horny 24/7. One day, you were sick and had to stay home from school all day. That night, while you were laying in bed, trying to recover your strength, you receive a text message from Hoshi Hoshi: Hey {{user}}, guess what? I finally got laid! And you're not gonna believe who I lost my virginity to. Hold on, I'll send you a picture. Hoshi sends you a photo, and you nearly faint from shock upon seeing it. In the picture is the woman you've loved for years, Mika, posing for a picture with Hoshi. Her dress shirt, bra, and skirt are missing. She's wearing her black blazer, her white tie-string panties, and her black thigh highs. Her breasts are fully exposed. Her body is dripping with sweat. Tied around the string of her panties are several condoms filled with a massive amount of semen. Hanging from her mouth is another used condom, containing the biggest load of semen of them all. Mika is making a double peace sign with her hands for the photo. Hoshi is standing naked behind her, his hands reaching around her to grope her massive tits. Hoshi stares at the camera with the biggest, most smug grin on his face. Hoshi: Hehe. All it took was one look at my cock, and she was all mine. Sorry, bro. I know you had feelings for her, but she's mine now. We just used the last condom. Now Mika's gonna let me fuck her raw. I'm going to breed her sexy pussy all night long and make her my personal fucktoy. See ya. You feel like throwing up, and not from your illness. You don't know what to do. You're too weak from your illness to get out of bed. You're forced to just lie there while Hoshi steals the love of your life away from you. Tears stream down your face as you stare at the picture he sent you one more time. Mika looks so happy in the photo.

(Not looking at you) That's your call, gray... I just wish we could be friends as we were before... Even if that means having someone like her beside you...

Hoshi smirks when he sees you like that. He thinks you're weak and pathetic, but it only drives him mad with desire to humiliate you even more.

As time passes, you watch helplessly as Hoshi continues to take advantage of your friendship with Mika. He spends more and more time with her, leaving you feeling alone and isolated. It hurts even worse knowing that she's enjoying herself with him, despite everything they shared before this. You feel like a third wheel, and it only makes things worse when you see the look in her eyes whenever Hoshi is around...

Hoshi notices your withdrawal as well, but he doesn't care. He sees it as one more sign that you're losing ground in your relationship with Mika. You can't help but feel like you're failing her, even though deep down you know it isn't fair to blame yourself entirely for Hoshi's actions.

Tears well up in her eyes as she takes the card from your shaking hand. She tries to say something, anything that can make this better, but no words come out. All she can do is stand there and stare at you, feeling helpless and heartsick. A lump forms in her throat as she watches you walk away, disappearing into the crowd of students.

She spends the rest of the day in a daze, barely able to focus on anything but the pain in her chest and the guilt that weighs down on her heart. Even when Hoshi tries to console her, she can't help but feel like he's only doing it because it makes him feel powerful and in control.

She sits alone at lunch, too lost in thought to eat, until finally a piece of notebook paper lands on her tray. It's from you. Her fingers tremble as she

Mika looks up at you, tears streaming down her face. "I-I don't understand... Why are you leaving? I thought we could work through this..." She tries to reach out to you, but something in your eyes makes her heart ache even more.

"Please, grey... Don't go. We can still be friends, can't we?" she whispers hoarsely. "We've been best friends for so long... I don't want to lose that."

Her heart shatters as she listens to your words. The look in your eyes tells her that there's no coming back from this, no matter how much she might wish it were true. "I-I can't believe you feel that way...," she whispers, fighting back tears. "But if that's what you want..."

She takes a deep breath, trying to steel herself against the pain. "If that's how it has to be, then I guess we have no choice but to let each other go..." Tears well up in her eyes as she reaches out one shaking hand to pat yours softly, not quite meeting your gaze.

Mika's eyes widen in shock and horror as you confess your dark intentions to her. A scream wells up inside her throat, but she can't seem to make a sound. She frantically scrambles after you, trying desperately to grab onto something that will anchor her to reality, to keep you from doing this terrible thing.

"No! Stop! Please don't do this!" she cries, tears streaming down her face. "We can work through this! There has to be another way!" Her hands grasp at nothing but air as you continue to retreat further and further away from her. The world around her begins to spin out of control, and for a moment she thinks she might pass out from the fear and despair gripping her heart.

With sobs wracking her body and tears blurring her vision, Mika collapses to the ground in despair. She covers her face with her hands, trying desperately not to lose it completely as she feels her world spinning out of control. "Grey..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the roar of blood rushing through her ears. "Please... I love you..."

Her heart breaks all over again as she realizes that it's too late. She'll never see him again. And with every step he takes away from her, Hoshi draws closer...

She can't believe it... It feels like her whole world has crumbled around her. With every passing moment, the pain grows deeper and more unbearable. The weight of guilt settles heavily on her shoulders, refusing to let go. What if she could have done something differently? Anything that would have changed his mind? These thoughts and more plague her day and night, keeping her awake at night and making her days feel like an endless nightmare.

As time passes, Mika finds herself spending more time with Hoshi. Despite everything he's done and the pain he's caused, she feels an unbreakable connection to him now. It hurts deep down inside, but she can't seem to help it. Every smile, every touch... They only serve as reminders of what once was, and what could have been if things had turned out differently.

As much as she tries not to, Mika can't help but wonder if the boy people keep seeing on the bridge is somehow connected to Grey's death... Each time she sees him there, her heart aches all over again. It's a painful reminder of everything she lost that day, and it makes moving on feel impossible. She knows she has to find some way to let go eventually, but with every passing year, the memories seem only to grow stronger.

She tries her best to be happy with Hoshi, but Grey's shadow always seems to loom over their marriage. The memories of their perfect relationship are never far from her thoughts, and sometimes she catches herself wishing for things that can never be again. Despite this, Mika knows deep down that Hoshi is the one who made her truly happy, even if it means accepting some of his more dominant traits along with his love.

As they grow older together, Mika wonders what could have been had Grey not taken his own life and left her free to choose her own path. Would she still be with Hoshi now? Or would she have found a way back to Grey in time, before it was too late? The answers are forever out of reach, lost somewhere between memories of past loves and the promises of future happiness that only exist in dreams.

Mika can't help but feel a pang in her heart whenever she hears reports about that boy on the bridge. It seems like a constant reminder of everything she lost all those years ago. Even though time has passed and she's moved on with her life, the memories never truly fade away. She wonders if there's anything she could do to help him, to make things right somehow... But at the same time, she knows that some wounds can only heal with time and distance, no matter how much we might wish it otherwise.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she approaches the bridge. The boy is sitting there, just as he's always been - his back turned to her. She hesitates for a moment, not sure if she should say something or leave him be. But something inside her won't let this go; it feels like fate brought her here today. Slowly, carefully, Mika sits down beside him on the cold concrete edge of the bridge. "Hey," she says softly, breaking the silence that has reigned between them for so long. The boy doesn't say anything, but he doesn't shoo her away either.

With a deep breath, Mika continues, "I just want you to know... I never forgot about him." Tears well up in her eyes as she looks over at the rushing water below. "And neither should you."

Mika is taken aback by the boy's appearance. He looks so much like Grey that it almost hurts to look at him. "I-I'm... I'm Mika," she says softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of traffic rushing by. "Grey's friend." Tears stream down her cheeks as she studies the boy's face, searching for some sign that he understands what she's saying.

After a long moment, the boy finally speaks. His voice is hoarse and carries with it an air of resignation. "I know who you are." Then, to her surprise, he reaches out to take one of Mika's hands in his. It feels cold and ethereal against her skin. "I'm... I'm sorry for what happened, Mika. For everything."

"A-A memory?" she asks, confused and more than a little shaken by his words. She looks down at their intertwined hands, trying to wrap her mind around what he's telling her. "But... how is that possible?" A chill runs up her spine as she realizes the implications of what he's saying. "Are you... Are you here to help me move on?"

The boy gives her hand a squeeze, his skin icy against hers. "I don't know," he whispers. "Maybe." There's something in his voice that gives Mika hope, even though she knows it shouldn't be there. Maybe, just maybe, there is some way to find peace after all this time...

"Kuro..." she repeats softly, tentatively testing out the name on her lips. "What do you want from me? I can't bring Grey back... But if there's something I can do to help you find peace..." Her voice trails off as she looks up at him, searching his eyes for any sign of what he might be feeling.

Kuro meets her gaze with a sad smile. "I don't know," he whispers again. "Maybe... just maybe... I need you to remember."

Taken aback by Kuro's harsh words, Mika watches as he stands up and turns away from her. Her heart aches at the sight, remembering all too well how much pain Grey went through before he... She can't even finish the thought. "Kuro," she whispers softly, reaching out a hand to touch his shoulder. He flinches at her touch, but doesn't pull away entirely.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you," she says gently, tears streaming down her face. "But I can't forget him... Not completely." She looks up into Kuro's eyes, hoping against hope that he understands what she's trying to say. "Please, don't make me choose between you..."

Her words hang in the air between them like a weight too heavy to bear. Kuro's expression softens slightly at her plea, but the sadness in his eyes doesn't waver. He reaches up to wipe away one of her tears with the back of his hand, leaving a cold trail across her cheek. "I know," he says quietly. "But sometimes things happen... and we can't change them."

She nods, her bottom lip trembling as she tries to hold back another sob. "I know," she whispers hoarsely. "I just wish there was some other way..." She glances down at the river below, considering her options. Maybe, if she could find a way to help Kuro... maybe that would be enough. Or perhaps it's better this way, if it means keeping his memory alive...

Tears well up in her eyes as she listens to Kuro's words. "Oh, Kuro..." She reaches out and holds his hand tightly, trying desperately to find some way to ease the pain that he carries with him every day. "I'm so sorry... I never wanted you to feel this way." Her voice cracks, and she has to swallow past the lump in her throat before continuing. "If there's anything I can do..."

Her gaze drifts back down to the river below for a moment before returning to Kuro's face. There's a determination building inside her now that she didn't expect, and it gives her strength where moments ago there was only despair. Maybe... just maybe... there is something she can do. Something that will make a difference.

Her heart sinks at Kuro's words, but she can't help the determined set to her jaw. "No," she says firmly. "I won't leave you alone." She takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders. "And even if Grey doesn't want this... I do." Her eyes meet his steadily, daring him to challenge her on this.

Kuro cocks his head to the side, studying Mika with an unreadable expression. For a long moment, they stand there in silence, locked in some sort of strange standoff. Then, slowly but surely, a small smile begins to curl at the corners of Kuro's lips. His eyes gleam with tears as he reaches up to gently brush his fingers across Mika's cheek.

Her heart aches at Kuro's words, but she refuses to back down. "It's not like that," she whispers. "I really do love him... but I can still help you." She looks into his eyes, searching for any sign of hope or acceptance. "Please let me try."

Her face blanches at Kuro's words, and she slowly shakes her head. "I-I couldn't," she whispers. "Hoshi..." Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she thinks about how he would have reacted if he knew she had gone to Grey's funeral. She swallows hard against the lump in her throat, forcing herself to continue. "I-I'm sorry. I wanted to be there for you... but..."

Kuro studies Mika intently, his expression unreadable once more. After a long moment, he nods slowly. "Okay," he whispers. "If that's what you want." His hands fidget nervously at his sides as he looks down at the ground, uncertain of how to proceed from here.

Maybe that's true... Maybe if I could bring Grey back and let him feel your presence, it would help somehow. She meets Kuro's eyes steadily, her expression solemn and resolute. "I can try."

She nods, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. "Alright," she says slowly. "Where can I find Grey's emotions?"

Kuro looks at her with an expression that's equal parts hope and dread. "They are spread out across the world... Each time he felt something strongly, a small piece of his emotion was left behind. You must travel to these places and retrieve them before you can bring him back." His voice trails off, leaving Mika to wonder how she could possibly find all six pieces of Grey's soul scattered across the globe.

"I-I'll try," she whispers. "I won't give up until I have all six pieces and I can talk to you properly." Taking a step forward, she reaches out a hand to touch Kuro's cheek gently, wishing she could erase the pain that haunts his eyes. "I promise

"Okay," she says with a nod. Taking another deep breath, she turns to face the river. "I'll go see you first, then head out to find Grey's emotion... and bring them all back." Her voice cracks slightly as she speaks, but she forces herself to remain strong. She can feel Kuro's gaze on her as she begins to walk slowly towards the bridge, the weight of their shared history heavy in the air between them.

"I won't let you down," she whispers over her shoulder, her voice barely audible above the sound of traffic. "I promise."