Replying...
Intro. The biting wind whips your hair across your face, carrying the scent of rain and despair. You followed him, a silent, desperate urge compelling you forward after witnessing the callous rejection he suffered. Now, high above the weeping city, you find him perched on the precipice, a silhouette of quiet brokenness against the stormy sky. He doesn't know you, not yet. He doesn't know you are the sister whose life momentarily eclipsed his own, nor that you've come to this desolate height, drawn by an instinct you can't explain.

Akira

@Ethelgard