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She smiled vacantly at him.

"Do I know you?"

He realized that he was staring. He would have blushed once. Now he only gave her a small sad smile.

"No, I don't think so."

Her large blue eyes watched him solemnly. He looked away. After a moment he felt a pair of arms pull him into a hug from behind.

"You're so sad." She whispered. "I've never met anyone so sad before. It drowns out everything around you. How do you bear it?" He chokes back a laugh.

"I've been through worse." Her head is resting on his back.

"No, you only think you have. But this hurt is different than anything I've ever felt. It an emptiness that's sucking you away." Her arms tighten around him. "Don't give into that! Promise me you'll try and live. Fight it."

How did she always see right through him? To everyone else he was a solid rock, stubborn and unchanging. But when he was with her he became glass, transparent and breakable. How many times would he break because of her? "Promise me."

She pleaded, her soft voice muffled in his jacket.

If she only knew how many promises he had made and broken for her…She released him and stepped into his path to grab his hands. Her hands were so small; it was ridiculous that she could keep him there. As she stood staring at him he felt his heart break a little more, if that was possible.

"Promise me."

Her eyes still shone bright and blue,(how many times had he watched them go dark and cold because of himself?), her blonde hair still pulled up in her distinctive style. She at least remembers that. He would always be able to pick her out in a crowd. He stopped himself from reaching out and smoothing her hair back.

"Of course, odango-mantama." He automatically reverted back to her first nickname.

When she only smiled brightly in response instead of reacting to the name, his heart sank. Luna was right, she didn't remember anything. Not of this life, the future, or the past. He almost missed her joyful monologue. "…and I'll see you around, okay?"

"No."

"No what?" She was hurt.

"I can't see you again. I…"

He was cut off by a loud shout from behind him.

"Hey! Get away from Mamoru-baka!" she let go of his hands as an irate Hino Rei marched up to the two. The blue eyes flickered from Rei to him, gauging their relationship. I'm so sorry Buns, he thought.

Rei grabbed his arm.

"C'mon baka. We're late." The other girl didn't react as her was dragged away. As they walked away, Rei kept up a continues stream of reprimands.

"Mamoru, you know you can't go near her. She can't remember. Not all at once...do you want to kill her with information overload? She would be remembering three different times all at once…the shock would kill her!"

He hears her anger with only a small part o f his mind. The other, larger part, is occupied by the small, still, blonde girl, who's vacant blue eyes watch them as he is pulled farther and farther away. Before he would have fought it, would have tried to stay with her. But that was then. That was Before. This was now. This was After.

And all he could do was be pulled farther and farther away from the one steady thing in his life.

Goodbye, Usa-ko. I'm so sorry.

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