Kneeling and begging to live past the age of 18

Miki Nozomi's funeral was as quiet as her departure.

Although the so-called "suicide note" was not written, in fact, she had left a few words long ago and put it on the bedside table in her room.

For example, she hoped that the news of her death would be hidden so as not to cause any sensation.This is also a matter of course. If this news is really released, it will definitely cause riots.

The funeral was organized by Giorno, who seemed to have accepted the facts and was extremely calm. His calmness was even shocking, but in fact, everyone knew that the other party's sanity was already on the edge of a cliff.

Others helped, and Naranja cried several times, and in the end even hugged Miki Nozomi's body, not wanting her to be put into the coffin that represented death.

But what's the use?

Naranja stared blankly at the person in the coffin with eyes that were too numb to shed tears. His heart seemed to be suspended in the air, so empty that he couldn't find a place to stay.

Until now, Naranja still does not want to believe such a fact.He watched in silence as everyone sent flowers one by one. White roses, lilies, and daisies, which were only used at funerals, even surrounded Miki Nozomi.

She sleeps in the world formed by flowers, with Enron, just like before she was alive, but everything around is telling people that this is completely different.

Why did things become like this?

Naranja tried hard to think in his brain, and his head, which was not very bright, turned around rapidly in such a scene.

Naranja isn't stupid, otherwise he wouldn't be able to make good use of [Aerosmith] to fight. It's just that he can easily turn to other places when he is thinking about problems.

The things on my body, besides the things I brought with me every day, the most important thing is the amulet given to me by my cousin.And when he was beating the boss, when his eyes went dark for no reason and he got up again, the flowers wrapped around his body, and the shocked look of other people looking at him...

No!If so...

His breathing became short of breath, and Nalanga's vision became more and more blank. He looked down at his palm, and something in his heart prevented him from thinking further.

That's... unacceptable.

"Naranja."

Suddenly, a voice whispered in his ear, and something pressed Nalanga's shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts.

A bouquet of lilies was placed in front of him.

"Go."

go?where to go

Nalanja raised his head in a daze, and what caught his eyes was Fuge's silent look.It was even rare that there was no sign of beating him violently for a disagreement as usual, but patiently repeating the previous words.

"You are the only one left, go and see her for the last time."

One last... glance...

Yes, my cousin is waiting for me.

Even though he was still a 17-year-old child, Nalanja at this time was like a slow-moving old man. He slowly raised his hand to take the flowers that Fuge handed him, and staggered to the coffin.

"cousin……"

He whispered, bent down, and approached Miki Nozomi in the coffin.

"Really...can you really not look at me again?"

He murmured, only to feel that his vision was blurred again.

"You must be reluctant to part with me. What would you do if you were cheated after looking at me?"

Of course he wouldn't trust other people easily, but... Maybe he said that, because his cousin came back because he was worried?

No one spoke, only Nalanga's request floated in the air, and after an unknown amount of time, a ruthless voice sounded.

"The time has come, it's time to close the coffin."

"No! Wait a little longer!"

Naranja straightened up, turned around and hurriedly refuted, with numb hope in his eyes.

"Wait a little longer, just a little while, maybe my cousin will come back again?"

"..."

A suffocating silence filled the air. No matter who it was, even Naranja himself knew that this was simply a delusion.

"Wait a minute."

His blue eyes stared at Nozomi in the coffin without blinking, his hands were no longer trembling, but he still felt that this April was too cold.

If not, why has he been so cold to the marrow these days that he can't even sleep at night?

"Wait a minute."

Here, no one speaks more powerfully than Giorno and Naranja.However, time will eventually pass by little by little.

So, the time has come that can't wait any longer.

"I don't want it! Just wait!"

Naranja grabbed Miki Nozomi's hand and refused to let go.

"Wait a little longer, just a little while, my cousin will definitely hear me!"

"Nalanja..."

"As long as she hears, she will definitely come back!"

Naranja gritted her teeth, her voice choked.

"I will definitely... come back..."

"so……"

"so……"

"Don't let her leave like this..."

"..."

But who really wants her to leave?In this accident, in this incident, the person who bears the consequences...

"Separate Naranja."

Giorno's voice sounded so calm that it was almost lifeless. He was not a childish person like Naranja, and he knew exactly what to do at this moment.

Fugo and Mies rushed forward in silence, pulled Naranja out, and Giorno closed the coffin lid step by step.

The sleeping figure inside also slowly disappeared from sight.

"No! Giorno, don't do this..."

Naranja struggled with the last of his strength to let his fingers grip the edge of the coffin, his voice almost screaming.

"It would be very lonely to be alone...how can...how can I let my cousin stay here alone..."

"what……"

Giorno lowered his eyes, and the silent blue eyes met the stubborn purple eyes.

After a long time, he said a word.

"We'll always be there for her."

……

……

The funeral went smoothly until the coffin was placed in the predetermined place and the last soil was buried, and Naranja did not make any changes.

The surrounding land was soon given birth to flowers by Giorno with [Golden Experience]. It was not like a cemetery, but rather like a beautiful park.

On the way back, Nalanga stopped Apache.

"Can I play it again with [Melancholic Blues]?"

His voice was still hoarse.

"I want to see it one last time."

Apache nodded without saying anything.

"I see."

It was already dark, but there was no waiting light in the usual warm home, and the whole house was pitch black, as if hiding an unsuspecting beast, waiting for the arrival of its prey.

"Snapped--"

The bright lights were turned on, and Nalanja took Apache into the house. It had been a few days behind the scenes for everyone to see all the content of the few days that Apache replayed. What Nalanja wanted at this moment was nothing more than It was a part of it that did not replay the complete content directly because of privacy concerns, but just showed it to Naranja and Giorno.

Apache leaned against the wall, and [Melancholy Blues] appeared beside him, the number representing time on his forehead began to float, and the blue-purple double changed into Nozomi Miki's appearance little by little.

The light representing life appeared in the brown eyes, but the time on the forehead cruelly reminded that this was a false fact.

"Nozomi Miki" who was transferred back from [Melancholic Blues] came to the cabinet and took out the photo album that had been put back in place, looked at it softly, turned and returned to the sofa.

"Want to take a look together?"

"Nozomi Miki" issued an invitation to exist in the past.Nalanga silently followed "San Muxi" and sat beside her.

"Look, this is a previous photo of Naranja and Giorno."

Naranja just looked at the proud expression on Miki Nozomi's face, and responded in a low voice.

"This one was taken when Naranja went to school for the first time when he was a child. He looked very unhappy because he didn't want to go to school and even lost his temper."

After time and life and death, Naranja spoke softly.

"I thought my mother was going to throw me to school and not let me go home, so I didn't want to go."

The photo she pointed to was changed to another one, and "Nozomi Miki" continued to speak with a smile.

"I took this picture for Giorno, and it was also at the school gate. Giorno is very good, and I'm always afraid that he will be bullied at school."

"That Giorno, it's not bad if he doesn't bully others."

As if thinking of something, Nalanga's voice was a little bit aggrieved.

"He pissed me off several times. In the beginning, I always asked him to compete in places where you couldn't see my cousin."

Then he really never won, Giorno was obviously younger than him.

"This one is Naranja's birthday cake and was rubbed with cream on his face."

"Miki Nozomi" clicked on the face covered with cream in the photo, and there was a lightness in her smile.

"It's Aunt Avelina's collection."

"I didn't even expect to have this one. Why did my mother send this to my cousin?"

Isn't this the public execution of what happened when I was a child!

Although the photo album is placed in such a conspicuous place as the living room on weekdays, as a lively boy, Nalanja has no hobby of flipping through photo albums, so he has never discovered that there are so many embarrassing photos of himself in it.

Nalanja's eyes were also fixed on the photo, as if as long as he didn't look at the time that represented the "Melancholy Blues", this person still existed here, talking about those warm memories of the past.

"This picture is Naranja's distressed look when he was studying, and it hasn't changed since he was a child."

"Study or something, no matter what, it's not easy to like it."

"And this one. When Naranja unwraps presents, he gets very excited every time. Sure enough, children like to unwrap presents, right?"

"Even if you're not a child, you like to open presents, don't you?"

Naranca puffed her cheeks and retorted.

"Adults also like to tear it apart, so it's not that I'm immature!"

"This is the first time Naranga tasted my fruit salad, and he looked like he was in heaven."

Speaking of this, "Miki Nozomi" fell into deep thought,

"Hmm... is it because Naranja likes to be vegetarian?"

"That's not it!"

The voice retorted eagerly. Thinking of the taste of the salad, Naranja even shook his body, feeling lingering fear.

"It's obviously because of that fruit salad that my mind is full of fruits!"

terrible!Cousin, don't you know what kind of things you made?They can all be used as weapons!

……

First experiences, fun things, memorable experiences, memorable days, time spent together...

Time moves forward with that memory a little bit, and the people in the photo album are getting bigger and bigger. Even if Nozomi Miki is talking about it, it is difficult to resist its thickness called "thinness" at this moment.

Finally, as another page was turned, the photos in the album also came to the end called nothing.

Why so fast?Obviously there is not much time, even this photo album is not full yet.

Nalanja thought so, her lowered eyes were still staring at the photo album in the hands of "Miki Nozomi".

On the left is the photo of Founder, and on the right is the blank to be stored, just like the blank that symbolizes the future.

Maybe no more photos will be put in it anymore, because there is no such future anymore, and what is missing can never be filled.

She was about to shed tears, but Nalanga endured the sourness that came up, bit by bit, she took back the sorrow that was gushing out of her heart.

Can't cry anymore.

He told himself so in his heart.

I no longer feel sorry for my little injury.

No more comforting arms to comfort you.

She will never hear your coquetry.

——Again, no, yes, people, again.

and so……

Absolutely...absolutely...not possible...

Can't be weak anymore...

The author has something to say:

Tomorrow Giorno will have a special episode, and then jo will be gone.