A gaze falls from the sky. Those eyes are always watching me. The stare pierces through the rain clouds coated in pitch black. It pours down on me like the rain.

–Don't look at me.

My body won't stop trembling. But it's more the cold rubble I'm sitting on than the chill of the rain.

It's horribly cold......

An anonymous gaze from the heavens pierces me. As if to escape it, I raise my head ever so slightly, surveying my surroundings.

Therein lies a shattered city–
Therein lies despair–
Therein lies death–
Therein lies nothingness–

No one is here. No one is moving. No one is alive. All I can hear is the sound of the rain, continuing to fall.

If everything remains this way–
both alive and dead–
will it all be gently enveloped and washed away?

It'd be nice if everything that happened was all a delusion, but it seems that's not the case–

My body won't move. I can barely move my neck and eyes. I'm trembling, but that's no more than a physyiological phenomenon. The action is involuntary. I don't want to shiver like this. If I can't move it freely, then it isn't my body.

It's as if I was never born with my own free will. No one knows where the soul is kept. Despite that, how can anyone say for sure that my soul is inside my body?

But–
If that's the case, then where am I?
Am I here?
Am I nowhere?

Suddenly, a sounds that isn't the rain of death resounds, throughout this broken world, where everything remains at a standstill. The source comes floating out of the midst of nothingness

–Who are you?

The reason your skin appears so pale–
Is it because you're frozen from the coldness of the rain?
Or because you're already dead?

But, she isn't trembling. And those eyes, almost hidden by her bangs–

–Don't look at me.

They seem terribly sad. They seem infused with madness. They seem to be reflecting nothing.

If–

If she and I are the only ones in the world, if we continue gazing solely at each other like this for the rest of eternity–
Would my world be reduced to what her eyes reflect?
Would her world be reduced to to what my eyes reflect?

I am what's reflected in her eyes. She is what's reflected in mine. When I think about it that way, the world instantly becomes much smaller.

"Hey–"

The lovely noise that abruptly reaches my ears–

She hangs her head–
and spreads her arms apart–
It's like she is trying to take off and fly away, taking aim above the clouds.
Or it's as if she were to catch all of the rain.

"Watching you-"
"Delusion..."

With the way she hangs her head, there's no way I can assess her expression from my position.

Beyond the thin film of rain, what kind of face are you making?

"I'll kill you."

–An angel?

Are those wildly dancing feathers of light blessing me, or else...?
Ah... I see. I understand. She'll use "that" to do me the favor of killing me–
She slowly drops to her knees before my collapsed form. Even now, her head hangs down. She softly reaches to embrace my head. Relieved by the fact that she isn't looking at me, I simply surrender my body to her.

A whisper near my ear. A lovely noise. But I can't hear it very well

A warm, soft, tender, sweet sensation. It's much like anesthesia–
And mysteriously, my trembling gradually starts to lessen. Her faint breaths tickle my cheek. A very sweet scent.

I abruptly feel a pressure against my chest.

The great sword she carries is tearing the skin of my chest, boring into my flesh, threading through my bones, and steadily sinking its way into my body. Yet, numbed by the anesthesia of the kiss, I no longer feel any pain. Because you kill me like this, so gently–

I unexpectedly become anguished. I'm on the verge of crying. To keep her from noticing, I look past her head, up at the dark gray sky that goes on dropping rain on us.

Is it the rain's fault that the sky is blurring? My tears' fault?

I no longer sense that gaze. There's no longer anything out there. As my consciousness dims, I stretch out my hand towards the sky–

Somebody,
tell me

Where might that sky of ours have gone–