Even · if · the · Angels · Cry · sometimes...

I can't believe everything that happened, really. It all feels so unreal, as if I'm living in a nightmare and I'm not about to wake up anytime soon. I sit on this beautiful, beautiful paradise island and when I write this I can see the sun setting in the ocean. So pretty, so very, very pretty. But when I write this, the sun is blocked by a huge monster. A monster ruin that just a few days ago was a fully functional airplane that was supposed to bring me to America.

That's not going to happen now.

There was an accident. I was in an accident. A lot of people died, and the few of us who survived seem stuck on a deserted island in the middle of no where. I can't tell anyone else, but I'm really frightened. I don't mind the dying, but the being cooped up with strangers, having to depend on them for my survival; that I fear. I hate being dependant on others. I really hate it.

The weather is very nice, and I've been quite busy today. I've helped with setting the camp, been on a walk with a boy that makes my head hurt, and been for a swim with someone who doesn't make my head hurt.

Yes. This one boy, Yuuta... He shares the name with my late little brother, and he looks almost like I think I would have imagined Yuuta to look if he had lived. Then again, I never really saw the body, did I? He might very well be alive, but I'm not about to get my hopes up. That would be so extremely stupid that I would be unable to live with myself for all eternity.

The other boy, Yukimura Seiichi I think his name was, seem like a really pleasant person to be around. I might take a liking to him. If I'm stupid enough to like anyone. And I think I maybe am.