Epilogue

My name is Tsukimori Ken.

Fingers skillfully danced across the piano as the sun began to rise, bathing the young man in its light. With a smile, the young man turn to greet the day with a positive outlook; just like how his grandmother had told him to do every morning.

I'm 23 now and it's been years since the incident happened.

Ken skilfully flipped the pancakes as he hums to the songs of Frank Sinatra playing from his cassette player; one of the items that he inherited from his grandfather Jun. Just as he walk past the counter, he took a swing of his coffee and smack his lips in satisfaction as he pours maple syrup on the pancakes.

Sometimes it's hard.

Ken turned and tried to catch the pan he knocked over from meeting the floor but conveniently forgetting that the pan was still hot, he yelped and a loud clang echoed as he shook his fingers and examined the fingers for any serious injuries.

But at least there are those who supported me.

With plasters-covered fingers, Ken walked past the pictures of his youth, carrying a tray of breakfast in his hands. Most of the pictures were of his childhood days when his family was complete. Others were of his teen years where the elderly Tsukimori couple stood in place of his parents. There were also some pictures of moments with friends and teachers. All with a smile and glimmers of adoration and pride.

And those that stayed on despite the pain they suffer.

Opening the door to the room, Ken brought the tray to the cabinet located at the bedside and pried apart the gauzy material that shielded the occupant from the intense light coming from the outside.

"Morning dad"

With limited mobility, Tsukimori Len's eyes rolled to lock onto the figure of his son and greeted him with a crooked smile. The incident had truly left its deepest scar within the once-handsome man. Forever bound to a wheelchair to go anywhere and with a body marred with scars, the once-renowned violinist laid there, watching his son through hazy eyes.

The incident had left him suffering with Post traumatic Stress Disorder as well as Spinal cord Injury that renders Tsukimori Len; never the same man again. Instead a paralysed man, forever relying on other's help lived on, the shell of the once-renowned violinist in the world.

"Okay dad, I got pancakes here so let's get you fed and ready to see ma, okay?" At his statement, Len's eyes began to sparkle with life and he even tried to cooperate when Ken and James, his caretaker helped him get ready in a nice suit.

"Here Len-san, can't forget the flowers" James chuckled as he places the bouquet of Forget-me-nots and Magnolias upon the man's lap. With a smile, Ken pushes the wheelchair through the open door that James held and made they way to the family cemetery plot to visit the woman most dearest to them.

^%$^$#^$&

Later that night, as Ken helped James carry his father to the bed, Len weakly clutches his hand and gave his son a weak mile. Looking into the old man's face, Ken sorrowfully knew, the reason his father had hold on for so long is to see him stand on his own. His narrow escape from death years ago had never cease to haunt him and deep within Ken's heart, he could only pity the woman named Faye Ravenclaw for loving his devoted father.

"Goodbye dad. And thank you."

Placing a kiss on the older man's forehead, he softly releases the grip Len had on him and turn to the door, dimming the lights and leaving the man to his privacy.

^&^%#$%^%

That night, Tsukimori Len passed away in his sleep. Friends and family as well as fans mourn for his death but not as much as Ken did. His ashes was buried alongside his own wife at the Tsukimori family cemetery.

Ken never looked at Valentine Day in the same manner as everyone else. To him, it was the day he lost his parents. That day, a woman named Faye Ravenclaw could not accept reality and sought to tear that reality apart even if it would kill her. That very day, a man named James Byron founded the Tsukimoris being tortured and risked his life to save them from his employer. That day, James Byron had stained his hand for the sake of another man's life.

Ken turn to James and with a smile, thanked him for staying on and helping his father until the very end. The old man could only shook his head and said.

"I did what I could, young man"

After that, Ken Tsukimori had married his wife and for generations, the Tsukimori family never look at Valentine Day as a day of love and happiness. Instead, they would remember that day as a day of tragedy and loss and no one in the family would forget the words by Tsukimori Ken.

"A day can be a sweet day for others but forever a tragic day for a young boy waiting for his parents to come home, only to expect a bloody valentine."

End.