I found this old photo today. I was just cleaning my awfully messy wardrobe and there it was. Under those old letters that May wrote to me once. That really- really old picture. When was it taken, fifteen years ago?
I can't stop wondering how young and happy we all were. Who could have thought then...
Deamed is sitting. He reminds me a mafia boss, actually. Looks so important and everything. That is almost precisely what he became... Something dark, something that is secret, but most of all, important. That's what he was.
Haven't heard about him in ages. Noone has. Police, of course, has already assumed that he's dead. Well, he isn't. We would know. I would know. So we, who know better than any policeman, say that he just dissappeared one day.
Lerean is standing behind him. He is really looking like a grey cardinal. Looking oh-so-Italian, not smiling, really. Taller than any other person in that photo. His hand is on Deamed's shoulder. They really were these two persons that always, and I mean always, supported each other.
He is gone, too. He moved away four years ago and hasn't contacted with us. Left us behind, probably. I don't miss him, in truth. He was a bit secretive and... maybe even scary. For me, not for others. But he was a good person,  I must admit it.
Then there is Chaeral. Short and slight as he was, smiling in happy and charismatic way. Standing right in side of Deamed, little but proud, as he always was. Always and always, until the end of his days that came too soon. He was talented in many things, he could have been anything he wanted to be. Until that accident, after that he just slipped away. Can't accuse him, noone can. That would have broken anyone of us. But nevertheless, I still miss him. Every day I wake up, hoping that I'll see this optimistic smile. No, it's gone with him.
And then there is May herself. Only girl in the picture. Extremely slight, so beautiful that it hurts. This posture of her, so self-confident. Looking fragile, as if every strong wind would blow her away. In the end she was stronger than any other one of us. Another proof that person's looks have nothing to do with her nature.
All four have gone. One dead, one gone away, two... missing.
I am not in the picture. I walked away that day. And sometimes I feel I made a mistake. I should be gone with them. But it's too late.