A/N: I just wanted to write tragedy.
Plus farewell stories are kind of cliche with all the making up stuff so I wanted to give it a sadder twist.
Disclaimer: I don't own Vocaloid.
Her luggage bounces on its four wheels, the sound of plastic on gravel hurting her ears as her eyes sting.
Gravel makes way for white marble tiles as she enters the (clean and disinfected and bright and white) airport, ducking her eyes under her strange teal hair as people turn to look. But they soon turn away (like they always do, something he would not have done) and she raises her head to look for her terminal, high-heeled feet stepping quickly. The strange numbers on the digital boards make her stop, make her forget why exactly she was in a hurry, and that pause is all he needs to run from the taxi stand to her.
Strong fingers close around her wrist and she finds herself jerked back from her fast pace.
Miku, he is breathless, cheeks flushed from running, running to look for her.
She does not reply, because she is so so angry and furious and indignant and heartbroken —
— because he is such a coward.
His hand slips from hers but the skin around her wrist sizzles from his body heat.
Miku. He starts, fumbling around for words to say and her heart aches for him to say the three little words (three fucking stupid words she's sure she would say if not for the fact that she's a coward too—). But what comes out is evidently different from what he's thinking because his eyes dim after the words tumble out and he looks down nervously at his shirt.
I hope you'll have fun in America.
Right, she answers coldly like the freaking coward she is because she doesn't dare to say it to him and regrets her tone when he simply smiles regretfully at her.
'Calling for Flight 1887. Calling for Flight 1887.'
That's me, she says after the silence, fingers clenching and unclenching around the air pass in her coat pocket (wishingshecouldtearitapart).
Right, he answers, eyes looking anywhere but her.
Bye then. She says, tone soft and voice nearly breaking.
He hesitates and her heart soars — please say the three words please say the three words please say the three words — but he only reaches to give her an awkward hug and a quick last Goodbye.
She smiles politely and steps away into the boarding gate, reaching out for her boyfriend.
Maybe if he had confessed she would have dumped Kaito right there and ran into his arms (but not crying because tears made her face ugly).
But they were both cowards to the end, and a single tear slides over her cheeks as she looks out of the window.
"Len, you should come see this."
He looks over from his spot in the kitchen and frowns. The loss of his best friend and crush and love has made him moody and he certainly doesn't want to be interrupted in the middle of his coffee-brewing session. But the despair in his sister's tone piques what is left of his curiosity and he looks.
Crash of Flight 1887 is about the only thing seen before the coffee mug breaks and the front door swings wide open into the frigid winter air.
He screams into the grey skies she had taken off into just hours ago.
He wonders if she can hear him up there.
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