Is that a selfish discussion?
Human are always selfish
What is problem of having one more man dies on the planet?
No. this is not what I use to do.
I would never kill my friend like you told me to do so.
It doesn’t matter anyway. The most important person on this planet is you.
“His” existence is just a tragedy – just a tragedy that shouldn’t have been happened at all
No, I can’t. Even thought “him” hasn’t done anything but he had once contributed.
I am not going to killed “him”
“He” is just a piece of chess on the board. Would you ever preserve a rook that is useless?
No. “He” is my friend, not any kind of decoy and not even comparable to a piece of chess on the board.
Aren’t you afraid? Aren’t you afraid that “he” would steal your position one day?
Deep inside the palace, on the fifth floor, there lies a small room.
A 15 years old man is walking around, nervously looking at the floor.
He then shifts his attention to those three books on the table next to the window.
His tears began to flood his eyes as he look at the book with a yellow front page. The pages are a little bit old today, and some of those pages are even torn down, tattered in pieces that with the slightest piece of strength add on it they would break those pages.
He opens the book and gently turns over the pages.
A piece of black and white photograph drops from one of the pages inside the book.
The photograph is almost as old as the diary itself. The three faces on the photograph are not even recognizable
However, he knows too well who those three guys are.
He stops crying out of the sudden and look at the phone on the left side of the table.
He had to make a decision.
He slowly walks himself to the phone and then dials the numbers.
After a while, a male’s voice comes out from the other side of the line.
“So, have you decided yet, Prince?”
“Please help me to kill him.”
The man uses a confidential voice to answer the question from the other side.
The line cuts and he drops the phone on the floor.
He starts to cry again, knees on the floor, only this time, it is a silent tears crying in his heart.
Standing in front of the window, he looks at the view from the outside.
A gaze of wind starts blowing inside the room
A petal from the cherry blossom tree felt into the room and it land on one of the books inside the table.
The prince held up the petal and then the petal suddenly becomes a kind of bloody red color in his hands. The petal eventually shattered in his hands and it turned into red color as they are being colored by the petal.
He looked at his hands and asked himself inside the room.
“Is that supposed to be my fate?”
