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CHAPTER ONE-AIJO KIMOCHI-KAHOKO POV
I woke up as something resembling a human someway or another. A human without a past or empty shell. A human without a past or present. I forgot who i was. The white walls were brilliantly polished and reflected the light into my eyes. " Kaho-chan?"looked up. A guy's face loomed into her line of vision. Green hair, piercing golden-brown coloured eyes. Trumpet......Do I know this guy? Slowly, memories came flooding into my head. Not all, but some. The time i had spent with him. All those "happy" memories. Then another face was thrust into my vision. "Kaho-channnnnnn" she literally rammed into the bed when she saw , no memories. I addressed the many people standing in front of the bed. "Who are you......and..........who am.......I??"
The green haired guy introduced himself. Hmmm......Hihara Kazuki......He lugged me off the bed to a staircase. " This may bring back memories. When i saw the rooftop, ieverything came back to me. How i came to love this place, How i fell, and...........Len Tsukimori. Snippets of information came slowly flooding into my head. I held it tightly, trying to 'squash' all the agony and grief. It all came back. How i lost my memories.
FLASHBACK
"Kahoko, enjoying the breeze?" it was len.
"Oh yeah,honestly."
"Kahoko"
"What?"
His voice was so ragged when he spoke my name.
He walked towards me. His eyes met mine, and locked. I got it. I so did.
"Len......honestly......not now...."
"Why?" his voice became a threatening whisper.I pressed myself against the metal bars. And i fell.
END FLASHBACK
I heard a beautiful interpretation of the 24. caprices for solo violin. A mordern day Paganini. Now known as Len Tsukimori.