Author's note : This is a very sad story, but it is also beautiful in my eyes. I hope u can see the beauty behind the sadness. Inspired by a song titled "Watermark" of Enya. Sorry for not being able to write it in one chapter. I would have to cry the whole time when I did... I am going to kill my favourite character after all...


My Lasts

Kirika opened her eyes slowly. The sound of the chirping birds outside had woken her up after hours of empty sleep.
Her body felt so heavy as she tried to stand up from her bed. Mireille was already awake. She could hear the sound of the laptop as Mireille typed on it.
Kirikatouched her forehead slightly. She had no fever. But this dizzy feeling just wouldn't go.
As sheentered the living room she found Mireille working on her laptop, as expected. Mireille looked up and greeted her friend cheerfully.

„You look quite awful, Kirika. What happened? Did you have a nightmare?"
Kirika shook her head weakly.

„No, I didn't have any dream. I just felt dizzy."
Mireille looked quite nervous upon hearing Kirika's words. She abandoned anything she had just worked on and walked toward Kirika. The she put a hand on Kirika's forehead, and sighed relieved.

„It was not a fever, was it?" she whispered softly, as if she was afraid that Kirika would break like a porcelain doll when she spoke louder.
Kirika shook her head again.
„It is nothing. Maybe I am just tired."

Mireille shrugged her shoulders.
„Could be. Well yesterday wasn't a very beautiful day anyway. We had had to work hard to do the last task."

Kirika smiled weakly. She was just about to be sure that nothing was wrong, but suddenly her view became blurry.
„Okay then. Maybe you shall take some sleep you know? You will feel better afterward."
Mireille threw a last smile at Kirika and went back to his laptop.

„Mi.. Mireille..." Kirika was finally able to bring the only word in her mind out of her mouth.
„Hn..?" Mireille turned to her smilingly, and her expression changed drastically as she saw Kirika kneeling on the floor, hiding her face in her hands.
She rushed to Kirika and caught her body before she bumped to the floor.

„Kirika! Kirika! What is happening? Oh God..."
Kirika showed no reaction, and her eyes were closed. It had been a long time since she last felt this feeling of panic and angst together striking through her heart. It was as Chloe shot Kirika down. It was three years ago, and since that time Kirika had never shown any signs of weakness... she never fainted suddenly like today...

Mireille held Kirika tighter to her. She had a bad premonition. She didn't know what to do.. No... it was just too much for her.

Then, as if someone was slapping her on her cheek, she was aware that she was not that weak. She should be able to control herself, no matter what.
And think, Mireille...
she whispered to herself. Maybe Kirika is just exhausted, just like you have said to her few minutes ago. There is no reason to flip out now. She needs your help.

Mireille heaved the girl carefully and leaved her on the sofa. After that she rushed to the phone and dialed a number.


„Lung cancer?"

Mireille sat there, shock could be seen in her eyes. She stared unbelievingly at a man dressed all white who sat in front of her now. The doctor made no joke. He felt quite sorry for Mireille for having to tell her this bad news.

The blond girl still sat there, she didn't know what she had to say after hearing his diagnosis of Kirika's health condition. The doctor looked down, as if he was praying.Even ifhe was used to such reactions, it didn't make the whole thing easier.

Mireille had no idea that exactly at the moment Kirika was leaning at the door to the room where she and the doctor were sitting in.The girlwas speechless as well, but there was nothing of shock or panic or anything in her eyes. She wasn't even surprised to know that she had not much time to live on. That was exactly what the doctor said afterwards.

„Three months. Not more than that."

Kirika peered through the door slit, enough to see Mireille's face.
Then she closed the door slowly and went back to the room where she lied downbefore. Before she woke up and decided to look for Mireille. Before she knew how much time was left for her. Three months. That's all.

A tear came down her cheek.

And that's all.

Mireille didn't happen to see Kirika crying. That was good. She tried her best to look happy as she entered Kirika's room, which must have tortured her very much. Kirika smiled weakly as she saw her. Not intending to smile back to her or to greet her normally. Perhaps rather out of confusion and helplessness.

They went back home after an hour in the hospital. Along the way home no one talked. Both of them were busy with their own thoughts. Mireille might want to be alone at that moment, but she held Kirika's hand tightly. Even if she didn't say anything, it was enough for Kirika to understand this gesture. And so they walked home hand in hand.

Mireille felt more and more uneasy with every step as they entered the house they had been living in till now. Together. Kirika walked in front of her. As the door was opened, she went inside and put down her bag on the floor. Mireille watched all these with a mixed feeling. She had to tell Kirika about the lung cancer. But how? No matter how, she had to. She must.

Finally she also came in and approached Kirika, who was now sitting on a chair just next to the laptop. She gazed at the laptop screen blankly.

Now. Now I have to tell her.
Mireille took deep breath.

„Kirika, I have... I need to tell you something."
Kirika didn't show any reaction. She kept staring at the laptop screen, didn't even bother to face Mireille upon hearing her words. Mireille looked at the floor in confusion. Perhaps she already knew it. Perhaps she doesn't want to talk about it...

Mireille clenched her fists. Kirika please... don't make it harder for me... please...

„I want to go for a journey." Kirika said softly, then turned around to face Mireille.
Surprised, the latter didn't even do anything other than staring at her. Mireille opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out through her lips.