A collection of some fan fictions, all based off the song by The Fray - How to Save a Life.
Enjoy and review please!

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Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came

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What did he know, anyway?

"Breathe in..."

What did he really know?

"Breathe out..."

Who could he save, really? He couldn't save anyone. Helping and saving - there's a fine line between the two. He might be able to help people...but just helping? How long could that last?

"Thank you, Doctor."

Doctor, please, someone call a Doctor. I don't think I can make it. Not one more moment in this life, not bound like this, not in this curse. Could you help me, Doctor? I'm not sure I'm well...

Sitting there in his office, there was a slight discomfort in Hatori's mind. His eyes drifted from the boring beige walls to the window. Was it snowing? Already? No, it was summer, was it not? He stepped to the window, breathed against it - almost expecting frost to build up, a tint in the window...it was summer? Already summer? Or had he missed winter again? Or maybe it was spring...

Spring.

"Hatori." A simple voice. He turned from the window, frowned.

"Shigure? What do you want this time?"

Shigure gave him a teasing pout and went to making himself comfortable - sitting down in a nearby chair, he dug through his pockets for his cigarettes. "I'm hurt, Haa-san. Can't a best friend go to another best friend to converse about good times?" He got a faraway look in his eyes, making Hatori roll his eyes.

"No, because you aren't that type, Shigure." He slipped his own cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one. The smell already overwhelmed the room. Or maybe the smell had already been there. He wasn't sure. Hatori stared blankly down at his lit cigarette. The smoke drifted into the air...

"You alright?" Shigure's voice, concerned.

Those two simple words...the words that brought on a surge of emotion through him - a surge Hatori couldn't stop...it just happened...

He thought of her of everything...how long had it been? Could he even remember?

It hadn't been a year. Almost a year? No. A few months...a few weeks? A few days? He honestly couldn't remember.

Ever since that day people came in and out. Some he knew, others he didn't. Although these days he wasn't sure whether he knew anyone after all. Shigure and Ayame came in and out, always asking that horrible question... 'You alright?'

What was he supposed to say to that?

"Hatori..." Shigure said his name slowly. "How long has it been?"

What was Shigure, a mind reader? Hatori opened the window, throwing out his cigarrette. Warm air rushed in. Summer. It was summer. Hatori turned to Shigure, frowning.

"Shigure? Why did you come?"

Shigure took in a breath, started to answer, then shook his head. Was he not sure?

"I don't need your pity."

Shigure stood, tilted his head at Hatori's words. He nodded slowly. "I don't pity you." He shrugged. "Not at all." He turned and left the room, leaving Hatori standing there.

The room smelled like summer and cigarettes.

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