Alright, I'm so sorry for not writing for a while, I've been extremely busy. So umm I guess I need to let you guys know that there is a trigger warning for suicide, so please keep that in mind. I didn't write this for the purpose of harming anyone.
She dangled her feet dangerously off of the edge of the broken boards of the old clock tower. If a strong wind took her by surprise, she could easily lose her balance and fall between the aching boards, but still, she refused to move.
Aoko, too stubborn, too tired and sore, let herself sit on the edge of the clock tower past its prime, eating a small bag of individually wrapped chocolates, the same brand that he gave her when they were younger.
She had finished most of the chocolates and the flooring was littered with shiny wads of tinfoil and a fuzzy memory of times she wished to forget. She sighed quietly as a gentle wind carried the small sound away. Aoko slowly stood up; lacking the grace and posture she always kept tightly by her side when he was still there beside her as well.
Her naked toes were snipped by the chill as they peeked past the protection of the floorboards. "I'm coming Kaito," she yells in a cracked voice. She leans forward; losing her footing, waiting to fall off the very clock tower where she first met the man she fell in love with. Her mind is clear and for the first time since his death, she feels at peace.
"Do you want a kiss?" Kaito asked in his pre-puberty voice. They're in his room, waiting for his mom to take them to the magic show. "What?" Aoko replied, she's blushing and obviously flustered. "A kiss." Kaito tries again without a moment of hesitation. He holds out the palm of his hand and shows her there's nothing hidden, and then closes and opens it, revealing a silver flat bottomed teardrop.
"Take it, it's chocolate. Dad bought it for me when he went to New York," he said, a childish smirk on his face. "A kiss," Aoko murmured, unwrapping the glimmering tinfoil and the narrow strip of paper. He eats his own and placed a package of the chocolate between them to share.
It wasn't until later that Aoko realized how well constructed of a backup the chocolate was, and how much she enjoyed the taste of the American candy.
AN: This is not the end of the story, forgive me but I just don't have the time to write the rest of it today.