I'm making way too many stories. But I've been having too many ideas swimming in my head, so I just had to post them!

On that day, I went to work like any other day. When I was waiting for the bus home, I got a call from Ruka Nogi, my boyfriend's...or should I say fiancé's, best friend.

Beep, Beep

"Hello? Mikan Sakura speaking...Oh, Ruka-pyon! How are—"

"Mikan-chan, come to the hospital immediately."

"H-Hospital? What happened? Who—"

"Please, just come as quickly as possible. I'll explain then."

I had no idea what happened then, only the unsettling feeling that something terrible was going to happen. I called a taxi immediately and rushed to the hospital, panting heavily when I arrived.

"Ruka-pyon! What happened?"

Ruka looked even more shaken up than I thought. His face was pale and his hands were shaking.

"D-Don't tell me it's Hotaru..."

At that time, I only thought about my best friend, Hotaru Imai, who was also Ruka's wife. Maybe I should have thought a little more, knowing that she is very careful in everything, including health. Not to mention she has a doctor as a brother.

"No...I-It's...Natsume..."

I understood then, why he looked so shaken.

"Wha- What happened?"

"We were together, walking to a nearby store for some snacks...we were waiting for the green light...a-and then he jumped out onto the road even thought the light was red...He saved a girl from getting hit but then he got hit himself."

Ruka looked like he wanted to cry then, I couldn't blame him. I was devastated. I couldn't believe it.

"Is Natsume Hyuuga's family here?"

"I'm his fiancé and this is his best friend. H-How is he?"

"The surgery was a success. He's still sleeping due to the effects of the drug. When he wakes up, we'll give him a few other tests to make sure he's okay. He'll be able to leave in a month or so."

"Thank you very much, doctor."

"There is one more thing I should tell you two."

"Y-Yes?"

"Mr. Hyuuga hit his head quite hard, so he might have some memory loss."

"M-Memory loss? Will he recover?"

"That depends on the person. Some recover completely, others don't. Talk a little more to him, bring him to places he always goes to and he might recover faster. That's all I can do about it. Everything else is up to his friends and family."

Knowing he was alive was an unbelievable relief, and I thought nothing could be worse. Suffering amnesia was about as worse as it would go, I suppose. That was the day I lost someone I loved so dearly, lost all the progress I've made on our relationship and lost half of me.

That day was April 8, 2011.

So how was it? Was it good? Dun know when I'll update but hopefully soon! Too many stories to update...

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