What was supposed to happen, but actually just got lost and switched with another script, I'm sure.

Under construction as of 4/05/17.

It was dark.

"Charge the defibrillator, now!"

She was drifting further, further into the abyss that leeched at her very existence.

"Clear."

She vaguely felt her body spring up for a volatile second before sinking back into the table she lay upon. Desperate shouts and the shriek of metal against metal only barely reached her ears before she completely lost touch with the world, withdrawing to unconsciousness.

Kaori hadn't the slightest clue how many times she wept before she finally wrote that letter. How many times she stared unnervingly at her stationary; that tanuki ballpoint pen glaring holes into the back of her head.

She did it, though. Expressed what she couldn't when faced with vulnerable, cerulean eyes, that freckled face that could tell you a million stories from one look. The nervous waver of his voice when she pierced through his facade with a daunting frivolity, imprinting herself on his heart. The way his fingers whispered and collided with the piano, perfecting that teetering balance between command and spirit.

She could never say it to his face.

Kaori had to shove away her letter after writing those last three words, her mouth unable to dam the sob that broke her heart, tears careening down her cheeks.

I love you. I love you. Arima Kousei-kun, I love you.

Kaori hadn't the slightest clue how many times she wept during and after she finally wrote that letter.

She was glad; she unveiled her lie in April. The lie that brought him to her, the cue for the final measure of her life.

Hey, Arima-kun.

One day, open up your arms and catch me instead, okay?

She disappeared.

Like the slow trickle and stop of a parched bourn, her existence faded away from him.

His fingers raced over tiles that shimmied and winked up at him, and he fought desperately against their willful release. Her presence was plucked from the very finest parts of his heart, given up to a vortex too vast for him to retrieve her from.

She disappeared. With the swell of tears in her vim, cloudy eyes, a sad simper painted on her lips, hair pinned back with that childish flower clip, she vanished completely.

Kosei silently wept as the audience erupted in a disorderly mass of clapping, screaming, and bawling. The thought that she was gone settled strangely well with him, but there was a part of him that writhed aflame in agony.

Miyazono Kaori, the girl who repeatedly ripped out his heart and stomped on it with that hideously ferocious anger of hers, was forever lost.

Kosei had been coming to terms with it for a while now, but it was too sudden. She hadn't heard how his concert had gone yet. She hadn't chewed him out for playing so eloquently, so sensually that the judges surely would deduct points for playing with such a free spirit. She hadn't waited until he burst into that stuffy hospital bedroom and expressed his true feelings about everything, about her.

You're not allowed to die.

A fierce wave of heat flashed across Kosei's chest as he rose from the piano and bowed shortly. He walked briskly off the stage as the roar of the audience only seemed to grow.

You're not allowed. It has to reach you, and then I have to reach you.

His heart skipped a dreadful beat, albeit the small spit of hope rousing in his hollowed chest.

Please don't die.

A lot of things happened.

Kaori opened her eyes, slowly, blearily. The light stung her retinas, a distressed groan eking from her lips as she tried shifting away. A trickle of pain seized control of her spine, and she writhed with an uncomfortable gasp as it passed.

"Kaori!"

"Kaori-chan!"

Anxious hands brushed away her bangs, passed hopefully over her cheeks as she adjusted to the baleful light. Her parent's blurry forms took proper shape, and as she sat up, she could only manage a bewildered stare as they bent over her, tears staining their cheeks.

"Mom... Dad?" Kaori whispered, utterly astonished. Her fingers rose to her face in disbelief, and a pinch in the arm only proved an angry pink splotch and a lingering twinge in her skin.

They threw their arms around her, carefully as they could as to not anger the fresh stitches in her side. Kaori's gaze weaved around their embrace as she lifted the hem of her shirt and stared with large eyes at the ugly marks, the gruesome proof of her ever-present presence.

A familiar pressure swarmed the back of her eyes until she broke down once again, but this time for a reason she never dared to hope for. For the fact that she breathed and moved and—

Miyazono Kaori is alive.

This chapter is very short and abrupt, only because it is a retelling of the last episode, and I feel that the rush is very fitting of a situation like this. The next chapter with be lengthy-er, trust me on that.

I really couldn't get over the ending. It made me depressed for a few days whenever I thought about it! I really need to stop getting so attached to animated characters and their feelings...

Thanks for reading. Next chapter with be reuniting of Kosei and Kaori.

Revisited as of 4/05/17. Not so pleased with my older writing, so I hope these changes make it easier to digest.