Demonkitty: Hey, I was feeling bored and kind of emo, so here ya go!

Mikan: Hey, be nice! There is nothing wrong with emo people!

Demonkitty: You're dying in this one.

Mikan: WHAT? %^$#!

Demonkitty: I'm kidding.

Mikan: Okay.

Disclaimer: I don't own Ga….

Demonkitty: Oh, hey, where's Natsume?

Mikan: I dunno. Finish the disclaimer.

Demonkitty: Okay, okay!

I do not own Gakuen Alice in any way, shape, or form.

? POV

You watch her lying on the mattress. You stare at her petite figure, the heart monitor beeping, telling you that she's still here, she's still alive.

She's still with you.

Every day you wish she would wake up. Every day you grip her hand, forbid her from leaving.

Every day, you remember her smile. Her laugh. The way she said your name. The way she moved.

Natsume!

You know you love her.

And now, she's here. A tear slips down your cheek. A silent sob racks your body.

I'm sorry.

You know that it's your fault. Your knuckles turn white from gripping her sheets. Gripping her hand.

I'm sorry.

You know you love her.

So sorry.

You sit there, waiting for her. Wishing those glimmeringl hazel eyes would open.

My fault.

You're sorry.

I'm sorry.

Another tear escapes. Another broken sob convulses through your body.

No tears.

He walks in.

No tears.

"Ruka."

"Natsume."

"What are you here for?"

"Go home. She won't die in an hour. Eat something. Change. Get some sleep. Your eyes are bloodshot."

He's right. You know that you need a break.

Natsume!

But you still won't go. You refuse to leave her.

"GO!"

He's right. You stand, and go for the night. You look back longingly.

"I love you." You whisper into her ear. You look at her beautiful pale face. Her auburn hair spread around her like a halo. You walk out the door, with one glance backwards.

Next day

You sprint to her room after receiving the phone call.

No.

You skid into the room, the heart monitor flat lining, announcing her death.

I'm sorry.

"I'm sorry." You whisper, barely speaking.

"I'm sorry." The doctor says.

"I'm sorry." Ruka breathes.

I'm sorry.

Tears drip from Hotaru's violet eyes.

"I'm sorry." She whispers it too.

I'm sorry.

You love her.

Now she's gone.

You love her.

Love.

You stand there, in your black tuxedo. She lies on a different kind of bed.

Her hands are crossed over her chest, her eyes closed. Another tear.

What happened to no more tears?

You clench your fists.

I'm sorry.

You shudder.

I love you.

Mikan.

Demonkitty: Okay, I lied. Sue me. Reviews are happily accepted, and flames are loaded into a catapult and launched right back.