You were there as I once again view the mirror, reflecting my shadow. I can feel your presence but again... it was cold. The way you look at me as those blue eyes of yours reflecting the mirror image of ours. It was welcoming and warm but I can still sense the coldness emitting from you. I gazed away from the mirror only to find myself once again alone in this empty room but I can somehow still sense your cold welcoming presence lingering around. "Who are you?" Silence was the only thing you responded with as I can feel your cold hands caressing my cheeks, trying to wipe the tears from the corner of my eyes only for it to fall down instead. "Just who are you?" Why does your presence remind me of someone important, someone that I truly cherished.... someone that I loved, someone that I already lost... >>There will be no time-leap or any gang formed in this story. It's just a simple and normal life where they deserve to live DISCLAIMER: I do not own any characters used in this story (they belong to Ken Wakui) and so as the arts, credits to the artist! And please inform me if the artist themselves does not like their arts being used, I will gladly take them down for their sake