*UNEDITED*
People don't realize how lucky they are to have something, until it slips right away from them.
It had been so many days, six hours, and thirty five minutes since he last saw her.
For the most part, Akito had tried to return to his normal life. After everything that had happened concerning Setsura, Akito felt he worried everybody enough. After she disappeared like that. It triggered his trauma from before, his wife leaving him. When he saw the blood left on the scene of the crime, Akito understood. All he does is cause pain to the people he cares about the most.
They didn't need to be worrying about him anymore. No, didn't Sestura say so too? He had to find his own path. Make his way in the world. Live his own life. Share his gifts with the world.
But he was only able to write because she was always here to inspire him, He had often reminded himself.Since she's been gone, he had not been able to write anything.