Miku's POV

The world is spinning.

I don't know what to do, how to speak. I need something to hold on to, something to anchor to, or I'm afraid my soul will fly out the window and out into the cold, bitter air. My mouth tries to form words, but I can't quite do it. I can't quite yell for help, I can't…

Everything stops: time, my clutter of thoughts, and for a moment, even my heart. I can't breathe for a moment as the whole scene of what I think just happened flashes behind my eyelids.

Kaito and I were taking the bus home from dinner. No, a date. He had given me a rose to put in my hair, I remember, and held my hand underneath the table as if we were teenagers with forbidden love. We had laughed and shared the whole night, until it was way past dark and he said we should be getting home. I had agreed, and we had clambered onto the bus with other pedestrians. I got a few hellos, a few, "Are you Miku and Kaito! Wow!"s. Then a flash of lights, a jerk in the bus, screaming, shattering of glass…the whole world plummeting into a whirling vortex, including me.

I feel a slight pressure on my hand, whispering that turns into screaming.

"Miku, Miku! Are you okay? MIKU!"

I know my hand is being held. I think about that, about who the voice belongs to, as everything goes black.

Kaito's POV

In a matter of a few minutes, my world shatters. Miku won't wake up. I watch as the paramedics tote her away to take her to the hospital, the rose I gave her slipping gently out of her hair. I want to reach for it, for some piece of her, but it gets trampled as people run around, screaming, in total panic. A crash. A bus crash. That I know, and the rest I don't want to think about.

Suddenly, my limbs are very tired, and a wave of nausea crashes over me. I feel like curling up and wailing. How could a perfect night go so wrong? I put my head in my hands, fighting my heaving stomach.

"Sir?"

No, I think. Leave me alone, please.

"Sir? Are you okay?"

Sighing, I tilt my head up to peek at the person standing over me. It's a blonde-haired boy, about two years younger than me. Fifteen or so. He's standing pretty awkwardly, but as far as I can see, he's unscathed except for a cut over his left eye.

"Yeah, I guess," I mumble, pushing blue hair from my eyes and setting my chin in my palms. I didn't really want to talk, but I might as well. Maybe it'll distract me from the horrible taste in my mouth.

"Who'd you lose?" he asks quietly, staring out onto the rain soaked street. It was wet, slippery, I decide. Had it been raining during my date? It must have. Maybe it had hardened to ice, and the bus couldn't keep its grip…I swallow tears. "My girlfriend," I tell him, choking on the words. "I-we had a date tonight."

He nods. "My twin sister was with me," he says. "Her name was Rin."

"Was?" I ask. I can't help myself.

He turns sad, blue eyes on me. "She died. Her head slammed into the window, and glass went all in -" He turned away, unable to finish.

I nod. "My girlfriend, Miku, hasn't died yet," I say. "They had to take her to the hospital thought."

He steals a glance at me, and then says, "Well, maybe she'll get better."

"I hope so."

"My name is Len, by the way. Kagamine Len. I've seen you somewhere before," he adds.

"Oh, of course. Why didn't I recognize you right away? I'm Kaito. We're both Vocaloids," I reply.

He nods, then stands. "Well, I've got to go."

I watch him walk off, dodged paramedics in case he would be told to stay. He weaved his way down the street before vanishing around a corner.

I find myself humming a song Miku had sung once, called "Can't I Even Dream?" The humming turns into muttering the lyrics.

"I'm desperately looking for you, I even let go of what I have possessed. Wind blows as it slashes my ears, my freezing body feels nothing but pain…" I let the words fade off, let the freezing night absorb me in its icy arms.

Miku's POV

I don't know anything. I'm floating in a giant wave of blackness, trying to fight the current. I feel as if I'm battling the sea, an impossible, lengthy sea. I want to reach the shore, but it is so far away, and the nothing is pulling me down…

Suddenly, an explosion of red lights up my vision, then it fades to a small rose dropping from the dark ahead and below. I have no sense of space. The rose is just falling. A freezing cold washes over me, and headlights flip on, flooding my senses again. A screech of tires, the smell of rubber, a scream…

I can't tell if I'm the one screaming, but I know that the nothingness will continue to stretch forever, no matter how hard I fight.

It is such a feeling of sincere hopelessness that I give up and let the nightmare over take me again.

Kaito's POV

Her face looks so serene, highlighted by the harsh morning light flowing through the hospital window. Skeletons of once-been trees wind towards the sky, grasping for something they can never reach. I unwound the scarf from my neck and threw it over the chair. They hadn't allowed me in last night, or the night after. But once she had stabilized, they said I could come in. I tried to ignore the fact she was in a coma and pulled the chair up next to her bed.

"Hey, Miku," I say softly, my fingers trailing her face. No blood rushes to her cheeks as it usually did when I touched her. A hollow emptiness began to fill my soul as I realized she may never wake up.

I turned away, shoving my fist in my mouth to prevent myself from sobbing. I wanted to hear her voice, soft and beautiful. I wanted to feel her hands in mine, her lips pressed to the soft flesh of my cheek. I wanted Miku back.

I sat there for a long time, trying to push away the horrible pain in my chest. "Miku, please come back," I urge in a low voice. Tears ran paths down my cheeks as the pain ripped through my heart.

I took her hand and held it close.

Miku's POV

I feel a small pressure on my hand. I wonder whether I will wake up on the bus, Kaito sitting next to me, telling me I was just having a nightmare. That I'm okay. I squeeze my eyes shut, thinking of his face, and then I open them. Nothing. It's the same as it was before.

I want to cry but the tears won't come. I want to scream but I have no voice.

I hear his voice. "Miku, please come back."

It sounds funny, distorted, like he's talking to me through water. It's faded, as if he was a long, long way away. I want to reach for him, cradle him to my chest, my fingers running through his hair.

I hear him start to sing a song I know from long ago. I think he's whispering the words, but I don't know. "I'm here, it's overflowing," he mutters. "I keep bearing this love. If my screams don't reach you, it's completely unworthy."

He stops there, or at least, I think he does.

I finish the rest for him, singing it loud and clear in my mind.

I'm here; get me out of here, my prince. Can't I even dream?