Fifth Firefly - [voice]

[I hurt...I tire...and I collapse.

When I'm staring into the darkness...I find myself somehow entranced by it.

Suddenly I hear laughter.  Fearless, mean...and yet kind....it calls to me.

The days we spent together are long gone, drifting away like clouds in the breeze.  Even though memories are often fleeting.

All I need to do is close my eyes and your face appears...clear, and forever young.

 

Seto sits quietly in the dull, doll filled room, his forehead resting on his knees as his shoulders give a small shake every now and then.  His hands run through his hair but stayed atop his head, his red-brown hair messily entwining around his fingers.  The flashlight that lays on the other side of the room shines on the young boy, making the silver skull ring on his finger sparkle.  In front of him is a crow's feather, just like it had appeared once before back in his world to signify that his best friend...is gone.  This place has taken it upon itself to snatch him away while reminding him where he died.  

The journal lies next to him, open and only recording the sniffles that come from Seto every now and then.  He mumbles quietly before shutting it]

....Crow is gone.... [click]