"To Arima Kousei,

"It's weird writing a letter to someone who was just here with you. You're a terrible person; A dunce, a blockhead, an idiot.

"I first saw you perform you when I was five. It was at a recital at a piano school I was attending at the time.

"I remember a kid that bumped into the stool with his butt, got a couple of laughs, and looked at the piano that was too big for him. The moment he played his first note, I became enthralled with him. The sounds were as colourful as a 24-colour pallete, and the melody danced across the canvas. I was surprised when the girl next to me started crying. And to think you stopped playing the piano. Especially after moving someone like that? You're terrible.

"You're the worst. You blockhead, you idiot! When I found out we're going to the same Middle school, I was overjoyed. I wondered, how to best approach you? May be a casual encounter at the school shop during lunch? But all I was doing was watching you from afar. span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanI mean, you guys were happy, just the way you were. There wasn't any space for me.

"I had an operation as a child, so I had to periodically go back for check-ups. I collapsed in first year of my middle school, and found myself hospitalized again. I knew my body was frail and weak. One day I saw my Father and Mother crying in the waiting room. That's when I knew my time was limited.

"That's when I started running. To make sure I had no regrets before leaving, I did what I wanted to. Wear those contact lenses that I was always afraid of, eating cake without worrying about my weight, ignoring the rules of the score and playing music how I wanted to play it; and I also told a single lie. That Miyazono Kaori was in love with Watari Ryouta. And that lie brought you to me.

"Apologize to Watari for me. Well, if it's Watari, he might forget about me pretty quick. As a friend, he is great, but I took a fancy in more straightforward, earnest people. And apologize to Tsubaki for me. I didn't want to make her feel conflicted or awkward at all. Though, asking her to just straight up introduce me to you probably wouldn't have worked; because Tsubaki was in love with you. Everyone knew… Well, everyone except you and Tsubaki herself.

"My lie had brought you before me, but you weren't what I was expecting. You were more boring, lonely, and opinionated than I pictured you. Your voice was lower and more manly than I thought. You were much more friendly person than I thought.

"When we jumped off the bridge together, it felt so cold and refreshing, didn't it?

"The moon from the music room looked like a meat bun you could reach out and eat.

"When we raced that train, I honestly thought we could make it.

"When we sang "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" underneath the night sky….. That was fun, wasn't it?

"There's something about hiding at school at night.

"Snow looks a lot like cherry blossom petals falling, doesn't it?

"I'm a musician and yet my heart is filled with emotions from beyond the stage….. It's strange that I can't forget the little things.

"How about you?

"I hope that I found a place in someone's heart.

"I hope that I found a place in your heart.

"I hope that you'll remember me, even just a little bit. I don't want to reset what we had. Don't forget about me. Promise? I'm so glad it was you! Did I reach you? I hope so, I truly hope so!

"Arima Kousei, I love you. I love you. I love you!

"I'm sorry I couldn't finish the canales.

"I am sorry for hitting you so much. I'm really sorry.

"THANK YOU …..!

"P.S – I am leaving my most precious collection. If you don't want to keep it, then don't. But I honestly want you to!

"Kousei Arima was reading Kaori's letter for perhaps for the 5000supth/sup time? It's been 4 years since that day when both of them lost each other. Kaori was dead, yet she was so alive inside Kousei. Kousei did all that she had wanted him to do. Yet, there was something that struck a chord at the back of his throat whenever anything reminded him of her.

As he finished reading, he looked at the warm winter sunlight that was flooding the room. While reading the letter itself, he had unconsciously opened the window to the end of the bedside wall. "Miyazono, you're just like this warm sunlight in a freezing winter day. Welcome in my life once again, thank you again. Good Morning." He murmured as he gently placed the letter frame on the bedside desk that had one more frame standing on it. This frame had a picture of three kids, one of which was a girl, and the others being boys. A small girl was standing before the camera with sparkling eyes, holding the hands of a boy of a similar age while behind them, a boy with nerdy black pair of glasses, a red bow-tie and a blue formal dress was walking by, style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanThe girl was none other than the fidgety, beautiful, rambling, once-young Kaori Miyazono and the boy behind the pair was none other than Arima Kousei, now-legendary, once-mythical Pianist who has surprised the entire Piano world with his talent and improvising capabilities in the past 4 years with a sudden relapse and return after the sudden disappearance at the age of 6. Kousei has gone to numerous concerts to perform in the past 4 years, but the once face that he searches for in the crowd that comes to hear him, couldn't be found. Kaori was nowhere. "Of course she couldn't be found anymore, coz she's dead" that's what Kousei's mind tells him. But his heart? Well, it's a completely different story.

"I am at the door. Open the door please" the mechanical female voice of the calling-bell has been ringing for quite a time now, but Kousei was too lost in his thoughts to answer it.