Disclaimer:Super Gals is not mine, but I will buy it someday. All the creative rights belong to its rightful owner – Mihona Fuji!

Author's Note:Hello there! I decided to continue writing this story, well at least, to finish it! There would be changes; still, I do hope that you will like this! One of the changes on this particular story is that I re-write it to a present tense because I am really inspired with a particular novel. What else? You'll see.

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'I'm leaving,' the guy tells his manager. The manager asks back saying, 'are you really sure about this? There's no holding back,' she reminds him. The guy just opens the door and walks out without saying a word.

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"Bottom of the Ocean: Why?"

2nd of September, year 2005

Friday

Out of coverage area. How can that be possible? Wherever that place is he in, that there is no signal? For the tenth time, she re-dials his number; still all she can hear is the recorded voice mailbox, telling her to just leave a message after the beep. So, that's it? He won't even let her talk to him? Talking to him is a necessity, more importantly she misses him so bad. If he can't speak with him through a phone call, she is left with only one choice and that is to talk to him personally – face to face.

She steps out of the cab with a confused look in her innocent brown eyes. A sudden curiosity fills her, the curiosity turns into a slight inward panic. Ambulance, police cars, and a big crowd in front of the townhouse? What's happening? A bugling rumble forms inside her body that her heart stops for a while that she even thought she couldn't breathe. But why? What are these people up to? Is there an accident? A fire, but there is no fire truck nearby. Pulling all the courage she has, she asks one of the people among the crowd by holding onto its arm as if she could regain her strength from it. Hardly breathing, she inquires what's going on. The moment she hears the person's answer, her eyes widen, her phone drops as she hurriedly cross the yellow tapes in an alarmed distraught. Two guys hinder her from doing so, telling her to stay away from the line, but she pushes them off with all her strength. She might look weak, but in times of emergency like this there's a strong lady inside her that people would not be able to think nor believe. She has to see it herself for they might be lying! It can't be! She has to see it herself, it is impossible! It is unthinkable!

From the entrance of the townhouse, she sees men carrying a man above a stretcher, covered with white cloth which is filled with blood. A pail of blood lost, perhaps but she is never sure. She approaches them, with a trembling voice she asks who it is. It slows down, as her heart sounds like a beat from the ocean rather than the usual thump, the way the man answers him that one might be mistaken it for an act but that's how it appears on her. Shocked, that is her initial reaction then her knees weaken as if she just gotten old while covering her mouth. Someone calls her name, the person also crosses the yellow tapes, but she couldn't recognize who it is as if it it's the first time she has heard that voice, as if everything around her becomes new to her, like she didn't even know who she is for awhile. All is not real, they are not real – she keeps on whispering through a terrified tone. She tells herself that she is just dreaming. She is convincing herself that – that everything is not true! He possibly couldn't be dead. No. This is nothing but a nightmare and she will wake up soon, right? She will wake up, definitely! In fact, she will close her eyes right now and once she opens them – all will be gone. She will find him standing at the door, giving him his usual cold look and it will be okay for her. Like a woman crazy over finding her lost sons, she shuts her eyes and counts one to ten. One, two, three - when she opens them, her eyes would give her what she wants to see. On the tenth count, she slowly opens her eyes like that of someone who has just given a chance to see for the first time only that when the blindfold is removed she didn't love what she sees. Not only it is unthinkable, but it is crucial for her! What is crucial all the more for people on the other hand is the scene that they are seeing in front of them, the lady on her knees, sometimes banging her head on the road and punching life for the miserable tragedy. It is only then that the person who also crossed the yellow tapes earlier stops her, consoling and giving her all the comfort that she needs.

In a flash, he was gone. Just like the whiff of a perfume, he faded away. The last time she saw him, the last time she talked to him was when they broke up. How can he leave them just like that? She could bear all the heartaches he caused, but his death? Never! This is too much.

26th of August, year 2005

Friday

"Why do you like me?" Were those eyes once dark? I've always thought that they were just cold but not dark as they look at this second. His tired gaze looks at me, in away he has never looked at me before. I thought I let out a sigh, I figure it came from him which makes me think of the right answer to his question.

Why do I like him? What is with the question all of a sudden? I keep my silence, trying to think of an answer. He is kind, cool, and perfect, but those are not enough reasons to like someone. Honestly, I like all his sides – the good and the bad. So, I answer "I like everything about you-"

"My popularity? Money?" I wonder why he stresses the word money. "Because I'm a handsome man?" Handsome? No, not just because of that! "You're just like other girls." Like other girls? Why am I being compared to other girls? What is up with him? Awhile ago we were just having our usual talk, it may not be a couple-like talk but at least we were good, but now? "You're after those things. We're done."

Done? What? So, that's it? What about what happened between us last night? It is over as well? It might be done for him, but not to me. I have given him all of me, how can he be cold? I watch him walk away, leaving me behind and alone. I want to run after him but in a matter of seconds I can't find him anymore. Why did he leave me?

Unanswered questions left hanging, like why did he leave her? Why did he choose to die? Why did he take his life? Was it really a burden for him to live with her? Was it really not worth living anymore? Then, why? Why?

Author's Note: Till then!