"Are you really leaving?" He heard the girl's whisper as if she had shouted despite the noisy crowd. His back was turned but he could sense, somehow, that she was crying.

"I…" He stopped, he had nothing to say to her. I'm sorry. He wanted to speak those word, but he knew if he did, he wouldn't have the resolve to go, he would break down right there, crying and screaming like a child being dropped off at school for the first time. "Goodbye, Mikoto."

Goodbye my lover

Goodbye my friend

You have been the one

You have been the one for me

The words hit her like a ton of bricks. She knew it was coming, or at least she thought she did. "Why?" Why are you leaving me? All she wanted to do was run to him, to wrap her arms around him and cry. He was the only one who knew all her secrets, who had seen the true darkness of her past, and who had always stayed by her side. Until now.

The boy stood there for a moment, unmoving, and seemingly unfeeling. No one saw the tears streaming down his face. "Does that really matter right now!?" He spat the words out as if they were a bitter taste in his mouth. "I'm leaving because I have no choice, not because I want to." A train pulled into the station. It was his. Soon enough he had boarded and the train had departed once again. It was then that she knew she had truly lost him.

And it was in that moment that she that she could no longer stand. In a last, futile attempt to save her dignity, she ran. She ran until she couldn't anymore. As if sensing her disconsolateness, the sky darkened and the heavens opened letting out tears to mirror her own. She looked to the sky and let the rain wash away her heartbreak, but the words still echoed in her mind.

You touched my heart you touched my soul

You changed my life and all my goals

And love is blind and that I knew when

My heart was blinded by you

"Touma, didn't you realize I love you?"

He had left her. Was it the right choice? Probably not… He stared out the window and rested his head against the frosted glass. Cold. He shivered from the unexpected stimuli, but didn't sit back up. Watching the water droplets run down the window provided him no solace, all he could think about was the hazel-eyed girl he left behind. The one he still loved.