Final

In the depths of Tokyo lies a person sitting on a bench with a guitar in hand. He sang with all his might as the sweet melody flowed from his lips, resounding the park with beautiful music. His voice was so loud it would cease all chattering, making people turn their heads curiously at the sound; it would even reach to the heavens above. The people around him, including the angels, would marvel at his magnificent performance, but except for one person.

This person was a girl with hair pink as the cherry blossoms in spring. She would sit on the weightless clouds, at a daze, as her white feathery wings shielded her petite body. Everyday, when he sang at the park, she would always  stare at the boy and smile grimly, basking in his voice and drowning herself in agony. Not too long into the song, the pinkette started crying, and the angels could only shake their heads in dismay, feeling pity for the girl, as they flew away and left her to drown herself in her own tears. This happened too often, and they pitied her desperate state because they knew very well what lies behind all those shed tears.

Meroko's tears would fall on where he sat, but he would stay unfazed despite the sudden change of weather, and as soon as he finished the song, when everyone had already left, only then would he finally walk away with his guitar, leaving the dampen park without a single glance.

The angel glanced downwards and halted to a stop as she realized that he was gone. A frown soon replaced her tears, and she sighed for the umpteen time this month, thinking to herself how she have failed yet again. She only wanted one look from him towards the sky, and only that would appease her, but seemingly, he never did once.

She stood and spread her wings, ready for flight, but before she went, she glanced at the park where he once was and threw one last look, and then finally left to where the other angels were.

Even until this day, my tears won't reach you even if it rains from the heavens...