CHAPTER XLVI

      (CURSED MEMORIES)

               “I MISS YOU,”

           Ringing a faint whisper that the wind somewhat delivers gently and crossing upon his way. Yet, he is too drawn from a thing and two and too deep to recognize or even hear. He stares blankly at the vast blue sky into the third floor of the west side building of the academy and from his seat that crosses and near towards the glass window. 

           With his distinct eye color that dims into its hue and even deeper like marking a thought he deliberately wanted to convey but could not. The sound of the rustling twigs of the Sakura tree buzzes yet is too fainted for him to hear. His attention is drawn towards the flowers that the wind breezes of its branches and took into a swirling pattern and way down to th