"Left here alone

And unsure of what I feel

Unclear but I see

Just what I'm afraid of

I can't find my way anymore

And I

Cannot heal the wounds I've created

And I can't let go

Of what's killing me

Falling from this edge

I am lost to all I know, hey

I can't breathe anymore

Somehow I'm locked inside this cage

And I try

But I cannot fight to stay alive

Falling from this edge

I am lost to all I know

Time is only the answer see and

Lies the only

Reverie

I've tried

But I can't fight anymore

I'm falling from this edge

I am lost to all I know

Time is only the answer see and

Lies the only

Reverie"

Words he sang into the microphone, holding the earphones as he did. His group stood behind him, banging on the drums was Rea. Making their guitars scream were Aki and Taro, playing even better than the devil himself on the finest fiddle from hell was Zea, and then of course there was himself. The lead singer of the band, Willow Bane. His name sounded like a cartoon character, some villain from the past come to kill his murderers. At least, that's what he had always thought.

He stopped and took a deep breath. At age 18, he had been singing all his life, but he had been singing professionally with the Japanese rock band, Lit, for the past three years. Tiredly he rubbed his eyes.

"Hey, we're going to go get something to eat, you coming?" Zea asked smiling at his old friend. As children they had said they would play in a band together, but then, it only seemed like a dream. Now it was happening. And they loved every second of it. Willow smiled and shook his head.

"Nah, I'm going to go home and sleep."

"Ok, I'll bring you home something." He kissed him softly, then ran to ketch up with the rest of the band.

It was raining hard out side, Willow noticed Zea had left his coat inside. Sighing he grabbed it and ran to the door. Zea was halfway to the car.

"Zea!" Willow called. "Your jacket!"

Zea turned around and smirked, he ran back into the rode and he didn't see the car coming. No one did. Zea disappeared under the tires, and the car backed up, trying to get off of him, only to run over him again. Willow dropped the coat and screamed.

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"Zea Shinto

age 20

died in car accident may 4th 2006. Massive head trauma spent 8 hours in E.R.

before body finally gave up. Marked as an accident."

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Willow lay in bed for the fifth day in a row, looking frail and sick. He had circles under his almond shaped gray eyes and his high cheekbones were sunken in, his long black hair streaked with burgundy lay in knots. Some one came into the apartment; he closed his eyes pretending to be asleep.

"I know your awake willow. Look at me." Rea said softly.

Willow did and simply stared at him.

"We need to get ready for the press conference. Mr. Yamazota says so. It'll be quick ok?"

Willow sat up and let his friend dress him, before bursting out in tears again. Rea quickly held him. "Shh." He soothed. "It's going to be ok." He whispered. "Come on."

"He disserved better than that." He whispered. "I was always the one getting us in trouble and hurting him. He always took care of me." He rubbed his eyes. "It's just not fair."

"Nothing ever is." He said. "That's why it's called life."

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"What are you planning on doing for a new violinist?"

"Are you going to put off the c.d. date?"

"How are you coping?"

"What are your plans now?'

""Is lit going to stop making music?'

So many questions, so many people, so many voices. The reporters all became one giant monster. He had to get away. They just kept prying and asking, never stopping. Going deeper and deeper into the wound, making it bleed even more. Zea had only been buried that morning and they were talking about replacing him. Music. That's all they cared about. Music. They didn't know Zea; they didn't know how he had taken care of Willow, or how he had taught him to play the violin. How he was always so kind and thoughtful even when he didn't have to be. They didn't know him, only his music. They didn't know his story. They didn't care. They only wanted the music.

He opened the door to his apartment and turned on a light, took off his jacket, and threw it on the floor. He stared at his living room, empty and lonely. A sudden anger rose up in him. He began to push thing, throw things, and smash things. He began to scream, and sob, shaking he fell to his knees. "Damn you!" he screamed angrily and sobbed. "Damn you Zea, god damn you." Weakly his fist hit the soft carpet. "Damn you for leaving me like this. Damn you for making me cry again. Damn you for making me hurt so much."

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