It was really pretty. Probably the prettiest thing he had ever seen. It was warm too, and yellow. It reminded him of home. He wanted to touch it. It appeared almost soft and feathery...he leaned forward, his fingertips stretching, yearning to reach what he desired. Then his world disappeared.

Kris didn't know what to do. Suho had touched the yellow rectangle and had disappeared. He felt panic course through his body and started to exhale deeply, attempting to calm himself down. His best friend couldn't be dead. No way. No way, he thought. They'd been through too much together for Suho to die like this. Panic started to be replaced with anger. That stupid yellow rectangle! Why did I have to call him over here?! Why did I discover it?! Then anger turned into grief and the dam holding salty tears broke. Droplets of water fell down Kris' face as he held his head in his hands. It was all his fault. His companion and best friend had vanished, died because of him. 

They had first met on a sunny day. Previously, he had returned home from school to learn that his parents had died when their house was burned down. He had been crying because his parents were gone and that now he would have to go to the terrible orphanage with the cruel mistress. After moving into the orphanage, he had met another boy of the same age who was abandoned and found on the streets. They ended up sharing rooms and becoming close partners, almost like brothers. Then the money funding the orph