I will own Gakuen Alice when the universe and sunshine no longer exists. Let us hope that that will not be in the next several billion years. But we won't know until then.

I do not own the song 'You Are My Sunshine'.

You are my sunshine.

"Mikan?" A soft knock brings you back to reality, the usual flare in your friend's blue eyes faint. "You need to come out now. Everyone is waiting for you downstairs."

Downstairs.

Downstairs.

Downstairs. Where reality is.

Downstairs. Where everyone is.

Downstairs. Where the last farewell will be spoken.

They are going to send him away. Bid farewell to him, somewhere in a grove of cherry blossom trees. You will whisper goodbye to him, somewhere calm and quiet, secluded from the rest of the world.

You turn your head and stare forlornly at the wooden door. The door he so lovingly pushed you up against. The door you found comfort behind.

The very door that now shut you away from the rest of this cruel world.

My only sunshine.

You draw in a shaky breath and force your gaze out the window. Your eyes are shimmering as you fight to hold those tears in.

Your shoulders sag as footsteps faded down the hallway.

You exhale, gaze still trained outside. Below your window is that window that framed a thousand trees. Below your window is the display of a single, flowering, lone, cherry blossom tree. Beyond that window was your very own spot that you shared with him, and only him.

It isn't his fault.

It's your fault for not trying hard enough.

It's your fault for allowing him to fall in love with another soul.

It's your fault that the cherry blossom tree the two of you shared is now abandoned.

You make me happy,

You force yourself to take a deep breath.

You can't hold the tears back anymore. They flow freely down your cheeks, as free as the love you once held close to you.

You long to see his rare smiles. Those smiles he only shares with you. The occasional smile that lit up both of your worlds, igniting a deep fire within.

You know that he will find you. Or you will find him.

His feelings are still out there. Waiting. Hidden. Thinking of you.

"Natsume." You whisper softly, the tears gathering under your chin.

When skies are gray.

His alluring crimson eyes dance about your mind endlessly. Those unique eyes that you hold so close; those same eyes that are the cause of your anger, tears, and heartbreak. Those eyes that stare at you lovingly, tenderly, endearingly. His handsome smirk, taunting you and drawing you in, and teasing you in that infuriatingly playful way of his. You long to run your fingers through his tangled black tresses, to twirl your fingers his hair.

You lean against the bedpost tiringly. Staring down at your hands, you finger your knife gingerly.

You'll never know dear,

Your eyes widen as you see him.

"Polka, you're here."

"Of course! But don't call me Polka, you big meanie!" You pout and mockingly slap him. You love the way he teases you. You love the way he is calling you by your childhood nickname. You're happy.

He's happy.

"Oi." He smirks and flicks your forehead, scarlet eyes bright with life. "Stop daydreaming."

You blush, not realizing that you are staring at him open-mouthed, gawking. Flustered, you stutter, "I-I wasn't l-looking at a-anything, y-you pervert!"

He raises an eyebrow. "I didn't say anything about looking."

At this, your blush deepens, "Shut up!" You snap.

A small chuckle escapes his halfway parted lips as his eyes twinkle with amusement.

Past ordeal forgotten, you beam at him and smile. You inwardly triumph when you sense a small blush creeping up his neck.

Taking advantage of his half-frozen state, you pounce on him, wrapping him in a hug. Giggling, you grin. "Come on! Let's go! We might be late!"

As you turn to run towards the theater, he snags your wrist. "Not so fast, Polka." He whispers huskily.

Now it's your turn to arch an eyebrow. "Hm?–phh"

A pair of lips crashes down on yours. You moan, loving the way the sparks of electricity threaten to topple you over.

And suddenly, as quickly as it happened, the scenery changes.

You shakily touch your lips.

He's gone.

You blink.

He's beside you again.

A smile starts to tug at your lips. But he does not acknowledge you.

He is holding hands with a beautiful, strawberry-blonde girl. Her hair is curled, cascading down her back. Her eyes are a dazzling shade of azure blue, overflowing with love; her long lashes curled flawlessly. With smooth skin the color of creamed milk, she is the epitome of beauty.

The two of them stare at one another dotingly. Without a word, they close the gap between them.

How much I love you.

You can only stare through glistening eyes.

You back away.

Your leg hits against your bedpost. Your heart is racing, beating against its closed cage in your chest. Your eyes widen, body contracting painfully.

You love him.

You love him for his brutal honesty. You love him for the way he accepts you for who you are. You love him for him.

But he does not love you. He no longer cares for you.

Without him, you're incomplete. Without him, your last shred of happiness is torn to pieces.

"Natsume." You whisper again.

Everything shatters. Your vision. Your hands. Your heart.

You finger the blade in your hands.

It is cold. You are cold.

Your heart.

Your heart, held by him, and him only. It is now shattered.

The last strand of hope you had held, the belief that he still loves you — It is all gone. Gone.

Gone today, gone forever.

Please don't take my sunshine...

In five minutes, this pain will be gone.

You know this is wrong. You know it isn't right to die for someone who no longer loves you.

You know this is meaningless.

But you don't care. You still love him. And with the unbearable pain threatening you, you can't.

You can't go on living like this.

In five minutes, your heart will no longer beat – the ice-cold hole in your heart will be gone.

You will be nothing. You already are nothing.

Without him.

"Natsume, I love you." You drive the blade home.

...away.

This is the first time I tried writing Angst/Tragedy.

And anyway, I hope you guys like it! If any of you want me to continue, please do let me know. I wouldn't mind extending this one bit. I'm finding myself liking this story quite a bit...

Alex