Snippet #2127640

""Hey, Keito,"

Keito...why did that name sound so familiar? Who was that supposed to be again? Wait, that was supposed to be his name. Or was it some other person's name?

"Do you know Elina?"

Was that supposed to be his name? Keito stepped forward in the snowy waist land, but his foot stepped down with no feeling. There was no weight or sound. Was he even there? The snow in the waist land continued to fall softly, the flecks starting to roll off his head as the whiteness continued to rest itself on his hair and shoulders.

"We used to play together. She was kind, taking food from his restaurant to give to me."

Whose voice was that that continued to echo around him? Why did it sound so familiar? Was it familiar or was it the first time ever hearing tat voice?

"In fact, he wasn't fond of me at all."

"Do you know what happened to her, Keito? I miss her."

Keito....why are you so sad?

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Keito rose from where he was sitting on the grass and walked over to stand on the river bank. He knelt down onto the river bank on his hands and knees and reached into the water, taking Layla's hand. His eyes were still empty, but there was a small, but sad little smile on his lips.

"Don't cry." He whispered, his voice cracking a little at the attempt. He was completely oblivious as to what he was doing, but something about Layla speaking about his past made a little spark of his conscious return, ready to fade as quickly as it came though.