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(Amu POV)

The darkness of the night engulfed me as I struggled to keep from crying. Why? Stupid, stupid Amu.

Well, perhaps it wasn't entirely my fault; after all, love fades right? You can get over your first love can't you? The electricity and chemistry and all the feelings can disappear, definitely; right?

I loved Tadase; I managed to fall sweetly in love with him once Ikuto was out of the city, and more importantly, out of my mind. Blissfully happy, I agreed to move in with him with I was 18.

I zipped up my jacket and stuffed my hands in my pockets; despite my ability to hold them back, tears had begun to roll off my cheeks.

Quickly, I slumped down onto a nearby bench to gather my thoughts, as I had been doing since that day.

(Flashback).

Casually, Amu picked up the remote control, making the volume louder; the apartment building next door was under construction, so her and Tadase's flat was under constant noise.

Placing another potato chip in her mouth, she smiled at her boyfriend as he walked through the door; she noticed something was wrong when he simply looked away.

"You okay?" she asked, turning off the television.

"Y-yeah," his voice cracked, "A-Amu, this isn't working.."

She froze. Perhaps she heard him wrong –perhaps he meant the TV wasn't working, or maybe he was referring to the fact that Amu said she would find a job but hadn't so far, considering her internship, and was simply commenting on what she was doing –after all, watching TV really isn't working; whatever, he couldn't have meant what she thought he did. Could he?

"W-What?" she said lamely.

"I-I'm sorry," he said desperately; to be frank, he hadn't changed much, he was still kind and gentle –maybe a bit more assertive, but he was always worried about hurting others and had a habit of trying to please everyone.

"You... you're... breaking up w-with me?" I croaked.

"I'm sorry," he said again, reaching out the me and rubbing my arms; his touch was familiar and warm –it made my stomach drop, the thought of never being able to have it the same way again, "I-If it helps, I've packed for you."

I turned to look at the brown boxes and my pink suitcase neatly displayed outside our room. The boxes were carefully labelled: books, decorations, clothes, towels and sheets, etc.

I smiled; it was just so typical of Tadase.

"T-Thanks."I said.

He returned the smile, seeming glad that I appreciated his effort, "I know you hate packing."

(End of Flashback).

That was the last time I saw Tadase; two weeks ago.

His last words to me seemed to really pull at my heartstrings; he really did know me.

All those years I spent trying to make him see me for more than simply Amulet Heart, now they seemed useless; it was like when I fell for him, finally after being left in the air, he reached out and caught me. It was like after all that, he just dropped me to the floor again.

I guess you could say I was fine; I was living with one of my best friends, my internship was great and I was a 19-year-old pretty girl living in Osaka.

It seemed silly crying over a guy I was already getting over when I was with him. Sitting on that bench, I buried my face in my hands and cried; partially for the ache in my chest, partially to just cry over everything I've ever wanted to cry over but stopped myself: my charas leaving, Ikuto leaving, everything.

After inhaling and exhaling a few times, I calmed down. Sniffing and snivelling, I hugged my arms as a breeze blew against me. I saw the feet of a dark figure approach and come to halt in front of me. Somehow they seemed familiar.

Slowly, I lifted my gaze towards the face of said figure; instantly I recognised him.

My breath caught in my throat, my heart stopped beating and my mind froze. He seemed to be just as surprised to see me, his eyes wide; suddenly all I could utter was his name:

"I-Ikuto?"

A/N: I'm not gonna call it a cliffy 'cos I mean, c'mon, who could have not seen that coming? REVIEWS SMELL THE BEST, XOXO.