~chapter 1: Spring~

There I was, playing my heart out. Playing my heart out for a girl, a sick one. One that.. I realised over time, that I loved. And now, here she was, taking a surgery that has low chances of success. To play one last duet with me. And she was with my best friend. Because she loved my best friend, not me. Watari, he's a real heartbreaker. I have another friend, she's loyal, optimistic, and just like a loving sister. Tsubaki. She's watching me as I hit each key on the piano, each of my emotions ringing out in a symphony. And still, that whole time, only one girl matters. Kaori.

I don't give any fucks that she loves Watari! I love her, and nothing can change that. I mean, who can blame me? She was the one who colored my world. Her smile resembles the cherry blossoms during April, the month I met her. Her eyes are a clear lake blue, as they shine whenever she looks at me. Her pale skin reminds me of myself, a fragile little snowflake.

Her personality, however, is a different matter. She's free spirited, but she is kind of a brat. She can be nice, yet painfully rude and a hell of a beggar.

Now that I'm pouring my whole entire heart into this song, I just wished she would appear in front of me, playing her violin, telling me she's better now. Telling me that she… no, that wouldn't be possible.

As I play on, I see her. I see her image, clear. The surgery was unsuccessful, wasn't it? Miyazono Kaori has moved on, hasn't she? She died, didn't she?! At this point, clear tears were streaming down my face.

I picture her smile, it no longer resembles a cherry blossom. It now resembles a girl whispering goodbye. Her eyes now look like my tears, dripping and pretty, with the same touch of sad. Her skin no longer remind me of myself, it reminds me of who she was, who she used to be. As I end the song, tears falling onto the glistening keyboard, I look up to the ceiling and wish her a final goodbye. I exit the building, and get a bus to drive over to the hospital. I'm well aware to see Watari looking very gloomy, but I see a happy Watari hugging a well =-alive Kaori!

"Kaori!" I yelled, my eyes lighting up.

"Arima-kun, you came!"

Kaori is wearing a ponytail, in the same style as the day I met her. She wears the same smile as the time she took my hand and led me with her to watch her play, that same day.

The way she swivels her head to look at me makes my heart flutter a bit, actually.

"Of course… Why would I not, Kaori. It's not like I'm going to ever forget you."

"You better not, Kousei!" She says playfully, as if oblivious to the fact that she survived a mega dangerous surgery.

"Yeah, I won't" I respond anyway.

"Hey, who's that letter for?" I ask, eyeing a letter on her desk.

"Oh, nobody! Just… my parents! Yeah, just my parents! Exactly!"

I can obviously tell she's covering something up, but I decide to let it slide. I mean, it's not a big deal. Nothing's a big deal.

But, that letter was a big deal. I just didn't know that.