Nothing much in this chapter, it just shows what happened after the battle. But anyway, I really appreciate all that supported this story! Thank you!

6 months later

My eyes shot open as a phone rang next to me. Not bothering to check who was calling, I reached out and put the phone to my ear. "Who's calling?" I asked.

"Hi Airi, it's me" the familiar voice of Park replied. "Where are you?"

"The same place, Park," I replied. Behind me, I heard Haruki say "Oh, Park? Tell her I say hi."

Ignored Haruki and focused on talking with Park. The same place I had mentioned was Okinawa. Yes, Haruki and I were by ourselves in Okinawa. We jumped around from island to island so much, I lost track of where exactly we were now. Park was in Korea, last I had heard from her. When I asked her presently, she replied that she was still there. Ricky had disappeared for a while, but I received a message on my phone once from an unknown caller saying 'I'm in America. Good luck." Katashi had disappeared off the face of the earth. No one knows where he is now.

The reason why we were all in different places was because of all the destruction 'we' had caused. Kichirou and whoever still survived the fight at the base was after us, and we've had a couple close scrapes. Tokyo was still partially in ruins, radiation and rubble scattered around the once busy city. The death toll was hundreds of thousands, and still thousands more were left with radiation poisoning like we used to have. Do I feel guilt? Of course. But it wasn't exactly me who destroyed Tokyo if I was Mothra at the time… Right?

In the center of what was being rebuilt of Tokyo, there was a huge monument for all those who had died during the incident. Countless names were etched onto the stone in a calm, quiet pavilion that seemed untouched by the world. I know because I snuck back into Tokyo once to see it. I looked for hours, and looked at all the names. I winced whenever I saw someone I knew, and cringed at the thought of them dying in an attack or an event caused by me.

However, out of all the names on there, Katsuro Hikaru, Shouta Hideyoshi, and Ayumu Daichi weren't were they shouldn't have been. Instead they were ever so vaguely mentioned on the top written as:

"For all those who didn't survive the kaiju attack on Tokyo; August 6th, 2011"

That was it. I nearly punched the monument in a bit of uncharacteristic rage, but then stopped at the thought of ruining the beautiful symbol of hope for those who had lost friends and family.

Park's voice brought me out of my thinking. "My dad told me that he's going to be able to fly to Korea and see me!" she exclaimed. "Isn't that great?"

"Yeah," I replied absent-mindedly, staring absently at my fingernails.

Park detected that something was wrong. "Are you okay, Airi?" she asked.

This is the part where I usually lie and say, 'I'm fine.' However, I sighed and just came out and said it. "No, Park I'm not fine. I'm still upset that Katsuro isn't here anymore. Everyone seems to reunite with each other, and live a happily ever after like it's supposed to end. But not me. Why couldn't Katsuro have just blown everyone up? Then, at least, I'd still be with him."

Park was silent on the other line, which surprised me. She usually didn't have a loss for words. I went to speak again, but she suddenly snapped, her voice shocking in my ear. "How could you be so selfish, Airi?"

I gasped, words having a difficult time coming out of my mouth. "Wh…what?" I asked, still in shock a little.

"Katsuro saved the world!" she said, her voice intense and fierce. "He made the choice to save thousands of lives to save everyone, and you're just sitting down and feeling sorry for yourself? Come on Airi, I know this isn't like you. Don't you realize what you're saying?"

I was completely silent. I was at a complete loss for words. I felt like Park had just stunned me, rendering me helpless to her voice on the phone. But… she was right. I cried softly and silently, tears dripping slowly down my face. Somehow, Park knew this, and she instantly softened up.

"Oh… no, no don't cry Airi! I'm so sorry. I didn't realize Katsuro meant this much to you, please…" I realized Park's voice was beginning to sound dry and choked. Was she crying, also? But Park took a deep breath and quietly comforted me. "I know this is hard for you, and you're looking at this like it's the end, but we're not even in our twenties yet. We have to focus on what's going on right now. You still have Haruki and me, and you're not alone. It's not hopeless…"

When I didn't stop crying, she continued. "This is what Katsuro wanted. Think about it, Airi. Wherever Katsuro is now, I'm sure he still loves you. I mean, why would he sacrifice himself to die if he didn't want you to live? Please Airi; I can't believe I said what I said to you, I'm sorry…"

I sniffed, finally talking in a few shaky breaths. "No… don't be. I'm not going to get over it now, but maybe in a few years. I mean, if Katsuro wanted us to live, then who knows what could happen to us in the future?"