Please don't let me be too late, Miku thought. She prayed she'd reach the top in time. She reached the fiftieth floor, panting, and looked up at the ceiling. The roof was right above. Please. She reached the rooftop, gasping for breath, and then sighed, relieved, at the site of the figure in front of her.
Luka stood about a foot from the edge of the roof. When she had heard Miku coming, she turned to face her, but did not move forward. Miku couldn't quite tell, but she thought she saw her eyes glistening with tears.
"Luka," Miku stepped toward her, "Please, please don't do this! We can make it; we can get through this if we stay together, please, just come back with me," she begged and pleaded, but Luka did not say anything. Crying, Miku moved forward and grabbed her arm, pulling her away. Luka did not resist, but put her other arm around Miku as well. "Let's dance," she whispered. "What?" Miku was taken aback, that something so normal, something so sane, could even be thought about as they stood atop the tower.
"I want to dance," Luka said, "with you. My best friend. My sister. I want to dance with you." She took Miku's hand and led her. The dance was strange, stumbling yet graceful, uneven but elegant, and they did not say anything, only stared into each other's eyes. In those moments, though they said nothing, they understood each other. Luka would not jump. She couldn't. Miku felt that, if Luka did jump, she'd jump after her. They both knew they would never make it on their own.
Vivid as a dream, Luka saw, in her mind's eye, everything that they had been through together. They grew up together. Luka could remember Miku crying one night, and going to her.
"What's wrong?"
"I had a nightmare," her tiny sister rubbed her eyes. "Oh, Miku, it's alright. I'll be by your side. You go back to sleep," she took her little sister in her arms and held her close, making sure she felt safe, then drifting off into a dream…
It was years later, and they were both in school. A bully, much bigger than Miku, had come to pick on her for her hair color. Luka had beaten him senseless, and gotten detention…
They were at a school dance, and some girls were gossiping about Luka. Miku had hit them and been sent home from the dance…
She had gotten a nasty email, from who she did not know. But they kept coming, and Miku seemed to be getting them too. It went on forever, only getting worse, never stopping. Miku had been her strength, the one thing keeping her from ending it all…
The text had told her that her life was worthless. Well, she certainly felt worthless. She would leave a note for Miku. It would be over before she woke up, she decided…
Luka stood alone on the roof of the tallest tower. Would Miku find the letter before she gained the courage to jump?
Suddenly, Miku's foot slipped. Luka moved to catch her, and succeeded. They sighed and almost laughed as they found their footing again and relaxed. They had not noticed that the wind had picked up as they danced, and it had pushed them close to the edge. Luka began to dance again, but the wind caught her and she fell. Miku grabbed for her arm, but missed. Luka expected to hit the cement rooftop, and then realized that she was falling, and this time she would never stop until her death. Just as she came to this realization she heard a faint shout, and Miku's fingers interlaced with hers, and then the shock and the scare of the fall melted away, and they both knew, that as long as they were together, they didn't need anything else.
Sayonara, ogenki de, owaru sekai ni iu…
