Madoka leaned on the railings as she drank herself drunk. The sunset was approaching slowly as the wind blew by and whipped her hair around. With a sigh she stood up, arms at her side and she closed her eyes. She said something but the wind blew her words away.

Madoka had seen him for the first time in many months. It had been a while, a day she had tried to avoid. Now they were enemies as she had sworn to protect Vera with her life as she has already done. She wanted something more, she wanted peace, she wanted him. The next time they met, they would fight and it would be a fight to death.

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Madoka was down, she was injured and on the verge of losing her conscience. Her fight with him had had an unexpected outcome. How had he improved so much? If all their meetings ended up like this, she would never know the answer to her question and at the moment her future looked bleak.

However Vera saved her life just in time but the consequence of his decision, to fight Vera, was his death. He knew the outcome but he took the chance. He wasn't fazed at the risk of dying. All he wanted was for Vera to see him. She wanted his affection and attention like Vera did. She saw him, but he didn't see her and no matter what people though of him she could see it on his face, the adoration he had for Vera. Her heart broke everytime she saw it and everytime she would look away because she coldn't handle it.

In the end he was finally able to get that kiss he always wanted but it cost him an arm and a leg. And as he took his last breath his last words were spoken to a woman who would never truly comprehend him.

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Days past and Madoka indulged in her current favorite pastime, getting drunk. Even though it was futile she hoped it would wipe some of memories of him clean from her mind. She cried when no one looked and pondered, what if? What if she had done things differently? Would he still be alive today? But it was too late now and he was gone. She would never see the man she longed for alive again. He heart seemed empty. She missed his voice, his presence and even his crazy personality. She missed him, funny enough. She really missed him.

And as she sat on the roof of the school she whispered the same words she whispered to herself many nights ago but this time it was loud and clear.

"I love you Guesong. I love you."