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Brett sat back in his soft armchair. His back ached horribly but he attempted to ignore it. He swore mentally. He didn't remember when he had turned 48, but all he knew was he was getting older year by year. Although he didn't really have anything to worry about as of yet- time had been relatively kind to him. He had few wrinkles, and his hair had been practically platinum blonde before, so white wasn't all that bad. Kuro was now 26, haven given up his music career to settle down with his highschool sweetheart, Matsu. Matsu was going to have a baby soon, and Brett hoped that she'd have a son, just as he had hoped David and Maria would have a baby boy. And they had, Kuro was living proof of that. It was odd, seeing the toddler he had played peekaboo with having a little one of his own. But then again, that was life. Kuro looked just like his father David...

Brett sighed. David. He missed him terribly, as he had for the past 21 years. Why had David, the most innocent and beautiful man he had ever known, been taken, and not him, the dirty, rock-and-roll star who had done all kinds of drugs in his past years, Brett? He laughed bitterly. He was refering to himself in third person again. He had gone senile in David's absence, apparently. Brett gripped the sides of his chair, a wave of feelings he had been hiding- guilt, grief, overtook him. He shook as he drew in his breaths, tears forming in his eyes. In all those years before, Brett had never cried over this. David had made him promise not to. And he, being the fool that he was, agreed to it. But he couldn't have refused, the man was dying. At least when he died, he had been smiling. Brett bit his lip, trying to fight back the tears. Why did it have to be David? He had loved him like he was his own brother. They had been inseperable since Elementary School. That is, until David met Maria. Brett smiled a little through his reverie. Maria was so beautiful then, and David fell in love with her on the spot. It was kind of cute how he had stuttered and blushed when she was around. Brett remembered getting really jealous of the pair, mainly because David was spending more time with her than him. He even hated Maria at first. He had felt so betrayed and hurt.

But that didn't matter now. David was dead. Had been dead. The grave marker proved this was so. Brett was suddenly aware of the tears running down his cheeks. And of the promise he had made. "Sorry David..." He choked out, more to himself than anyone, "... But this is one promise I cannot keep..." Brett sighed brokenheartedly and cried, letting everything out that he had been keeping over the years. He found he could no longer speak, but he didn't need to. He clutched at his jacket, rocking back and forth, but the motion did no good. His sobs quieted down, and he closed his eyes, having cried himself to sleep. His dreams were quiet and dark, and he could see those eyes that had been closed, and lost himself in them, just as he did when he was young.

Somewhere behind him, an angel smiled. "I understand, my friend. I understand." He turned on his heels and disappeared.

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Brett sat back in his soft armchair. His back ached horribly but he attempted to ignore it. He swore mentally. He didn't remember when he had turned 48, but all he knew was he was getting older year by year. Although he didn't really have anything to worry about as of yet- time had been relatively kind to him. He had few wrinkles, and his hair had been practically platinum blonde before, so white wasn't all that bad. Kuro was now 26, haven given up his music career to settle down with his highschool sweetheart, Matsu. Matsu was going to have a baby soon, and Brett hoped that she'd have a son, just as he had hoped David and Maria would have a baby boy. And they had, Kuro was living proof of that. It was odd, seeing the toddler he had played peekaboo with having a little one of his own. But then again, that was life. Kuro looked just like his father David...

Brett sighed. David. He missed him terribly, as he had for the past 21 years. Why had David, the most innocent and beautiful man he had ever known, been taken, and not him, the dirty, rock-and-roll star who had done all kinds of drugs in his past years, Brett? He laughed bitterly. He was refering to himself in third person again. He had gone senile in David's absence, apparently. Brett gripped the sides of his chair, a wave of feelings he had been hiding- guilt, grief, overtook him. He shook as he drew in his breaths, tears forming in his eyes. In all those years before, Brett had never cried over this. David had made him promise not to. And he, being the fool that he was, agreed to it. But he couldn't have refused, the man was dying. At least when he died, he had been smiling. Brett bit his lip, trying to fight back the tears. Why did it have to be David? He had loved him like he was his own brother. They had been inseperable since Elementary School. That is, until David met Maria. Brett smiled a little through his reverie. Maria was so beautiful then, and David fell in love with her on the spot. It was kind of cute how he had stuttered and blushed when she was around. Brett remembered getting really jealous of the pair, mainly because David was spending more time with her than him. He even hated Maria at first. He had felt so betrayed and hurt.

But that didn't matter now. David was dead. Had been dead. The grave marker proved this was so. Brett was suddenly aware of the tears running down his cheeks. And of the promise he had made. "Sorry David..." He choked out, more to himself than anyone, "... But this is one promise I cannot keep..." Brett sighed brokenheartedly and cried, letting everything out that he had been keeping over the years. He found he could no longer speak, but he didn't need to. He clutched at his jacket, rocking back and forth, but the motion did no good. His sobs quieted down, and he closed his eyes, having cried himself to sleep. His dreams were quiet and dark, and he could see those eyes that had been closed, and lost himself in them, just as he did when he was young.

Somewhere behind him, an angel smiled. "I understand, my friend. I understand." He turned on his heels and disappeared.