Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan, that I don't. Gosho Aoyama does.

Summary: A certain officer muses about our Satou-san.

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I watch you from afar, a sad tinge to your smile, and a glassy look in your eyes.

And perhaps I feel guilty because I am the cause of that.

Even though you don't recognize me, I recognize you.

Who would ever forget eyes and a smile like yours?

I am Jinpei Matsuda, the reason for that expression on your face.

'P.S. I kinda liked you.'

I see you are reading it even now.

I smirk half-heartedly.

I told you so that I wouldn't have to live the rest of my eternity thinking, "What if?"

But either way I still have my 'what if's.

What if I didn't tell you?

Would you still wear that pained expression as you read through my message?

What if I had been alive?

Would I have told you my feelings?

What if Hagiwara had been alive?

Would I have met you?

I sigh.

You still are your confident, level-headed self.

But there is a wall that blocks your emotions.

Perhaps Megure-keibu had noticed too.

He is a father to you almost as much as he is an inspector.

It's amazing how you intelligent you can be, successfully closing yet another difficult case, but turns dense the next moment as you look at my message.

Have you forgotten?

You don't need to forget anything, whether you can move on or not is totally up to you. It is when you forget that they die you know?

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It's been two years. Your routine has changed.

Maybe due to a Takagi Wataru perhaps?

His shy manner puts you at ease, somehow.

You see him as your friend and your trusted partner.

I smirk.

He calls you 'Satou-san.'

Something I have never done, but you seem to appreciate.

I turn away from the window, and trot back to the streets.

I'll be back.

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Wow, has it really been that long?

Three years.

I'm glad to see that you've stopped gazing into empty space with a glassy look over your eyes.

And it's really surprising that he hasn't confessed yet.

Takagi, I mean.

If I could speak, I would have told to the world those three words immediately.

I smirk as you turn down another offer from Shiratori.

Perhaps there is more than one reason for your refusal.

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You do the unthinkable when you find the bomber culprit today.

You sprint after him, a killing aura around you.

I don't think you notice that Takagi ran frantically after you.

I follow Takagi into an alley.

No!

You were about to turn yourself into a cold-blooded monster.

Luckily, Takagi stops you.

The bastard misses death by an inch.

You look up into the eyes of Takagi.

"Takagi-kun…."

Takagi is panting, but he replies.

He whispers words of comfort, a smile on his face.

Your eyes are shining with tears.

"Help me forget about it! Please!"

"No, you can't. You must not forget if that's an important memory to you. Especially since when a person dies, he can only live in the memories of others."

I had to smile at that. Your face reflects realization, remembrance, and was that...

Love?

Here comes Megure-keibu.

I doubt that either of you have enough courage to do it again.

I should really do something for your happiness for once, no?

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A/N: So how was the first chapter? It's my first attempt at writing chapter stories. So, please comment!