They stared at each others eyes as both their tears and bloods mix and scatter on the air and unto the floor. They haven't even had a deep conversation with each other yet. Does all of this have to end in death? It can't be, there's still a lot of questions that they want to ask and problems that still needs to be solved... The death of their friend still needs to be justified. "The moon looks beautiful, isn't it? It reminds me of you" the green haired beauty said as the bomb exploded.