Rin sat in class, her foggy eyes staring blankly at the white wall beside her. For a second her eyes flicked to the screen of that Macbook computer she had borrowed, then returned to the wall, trying to block out the irritating hum of her classmates whispering about the test they had just taken. Dem... Dem, that root, it means... She coughed quietly, then rested her head against the warm plastic surface of the computer. Did I do something wrong? she thought to herself, the words to herself meaning many coded phrases. Closing her blue eyes, she hummed quietly, a sad yet boisterous tune. She heard the others get up around her, and wearily did the same, beginning to haul her weighty backpack out the door.

As she walked down the hallway, to the entrance of the school, she saw Miku and Lilly chatting animatedly by the wall. How ironic. Growling to herself quietly, she felt a wave of guilt rush through her. I did. I did do something wrong. She curled her hands into fists, feeling her nails dig into pale skin. Stupid Miku. But she herself knew she was just making excuses. As usual.

She now sat in her room, staring at her brown ceiling decorated by many stickers of clouds she had put on when she was younger. I need to say something. Something. Please, Internet, she thought to herself with narrowed eyes. Stop crashing and ruining my life.

Feeling a sting, she looked expressionlessly down to her pinky finger, which had a slight cut in it. She had hurt it only just an hour ago, against the rugged wall of the swimming pool. Inwardly she smirked, eyes still glossy like well-polished glass. At least it was physical pain... internal pain was much worse.

Snarling, she lumbered over to the black office chair in front of her charcoal desk, leaped into it, and whacked her computer impatiently. "I don't have all day, so please hurry up," she hissed to it, eyes narrowed at the blinking button that announced that she had no internet. Still. The awful thing went on and off at utterly random times.

She closed her eyes again, feeling a chill run down her back. Tch. What an annoyance. Then, hearing a 'bzzzt' sound from her phone, she grabbed it and looked into the screen, her eyes flickering with a slight surprise in their depths. Seeing an array of 0s and 1s in the mail, she inwardly grinned. Binary, how useful it was.

'Wait'

'It's almost done'

Rin tilted her head to the side slightly, blinking.

'Dedicated to you…'

Her? Why… would she write a poem to her?

Her precious friend was hurt by Rin's own fault, she knew. It was plain as day in the girl's mind.

Will my pathetic sentences get through? It's not nearly proper enough.

Then another ring, and Rin wearily took her phone again.

'This FF…'

And more binary.

Translating it, she waited, and then her eyes filled with dewy tears.

Her? Selfish? No… it was Rin who was selfish.

Trembling with happiness, fear, and an emotion she could not identify, she began rapidly typing, shivering with anticipation the whole way through.

And finally, smiling faintly at her work (which was at least 40 words too short, she noted) she leaned back and sighed, eyes flickering.

Maybe she could rekindle her light once more,

And both be free?