Artemis: Yes ladies and gentlemen, it's finally time!
Ikuto: Here is the thing you all have been waiting for!
Amu: *blank look* I don't.
Artemis: *ignoring Amu* It's time for the first chapter of my Amuto Two-shot!
*The fans all cream, yell, cheer and applaud*
Artemis: *bows* Thank you, I'm very happy with it too. It was so much work, I thought I would never get it done. But now that the first chapter is done, it's time for you to read. But first, some notes:
- This whole chapter is written from Amu's P.O.V. (= Point Of View). Sorry Ikuto, but you have to wait ;)
- In the story, Ikuto is 18. Yaya is 14. Amu, Rima, Nagihiko and Tadase are all 15 and Utau and Kukai are both 16. I reduced Ikuto and Amu's age gap to 3 years, so deal with it.
- The chara's don't appear in this chapter, but they still have them though. Also, Amu doesn't know about Nagi's 'secret' :).
- If I made any spelling or grammar mistakes (which is possible since this chapter is so long), feel free to say.
That was it. I hope you all will enjoy this story, because I enjoyed writing it. So, everyone sit down and let us hear the tale of our pinkette, Amu.
Ikuto: *annoyed* Sheesh, start already with the story!
Artemis: *glares at him* If you do the disclaimer, than maybe it will start!
Ikuto: Artemis doesn't own Shugo Chara or his characters...she is just addicted to writing about them.
Across The Bridge: A Shining Sun
The winter wind blew through the city. It had just turned December, and it was already freezing cold. None of the threes outside carried any leaves and last night the first frost came. The warm autumn colors, red, orange and yellow were chased away and replaced with colors more fitting for this time of the year: brown, ice blue, and grey.
Strange that when nature gave us these colors for the season, people always combine them with happy and colorful ones. Like they were scared of the given colors, scared that they were going to bring bad news or misfortune. To avert that misfortune, they chose bright red for Santa Claus's suite, blue balls for in the Christmas Three and forest green for the mistletoe. Happy holidays everyone! No harm will come to us.
I sighed as I walked through that world of glistering lights and smiling people. Normally people took no attention of each other, but when the year was at his end, everyone turned into a much nicer person. People nodded and smiled to each other, all wearing thick warm coats, scarves and gloves to keep the cold away form their body.
Normally, I would enjoy December as much as any 15-year old would do. I would probably walk around in the city, hanging around with my friends and having fun with them. The girls and I would look in all the shops, spotting presents and hoping that the others wouldn't notice where we were looking at. Yaya would talk about all the sweets she was going to eat and how bad she wanted to know what she was going to get for Christmas. Rima would talk about the bad joke that her boyfriend made in an attempt to make her laugh (Nagihiko had a long way to go before that was going to happen) and Utau would complain about how hard it was to find a nice present for a guy that only loves sport and ramen. I would laugh along with them, try to help them with their problems and secretly look around for a nice present for my 'lover.'
But no, I wasn't doing any of that. How strange it may seem, but since the threes began to loose their leaves and the night came earlier that usual, my happy moods became to occur less than was expected.
I left the noises of the busy city behind me and entered a less noisy area. The parks and the forests lie in this place. Here had nature much more space to grow, and you could hear the murmur of the river, which ran throughout the city and was usually pushed away by all the buildings and the roads. I had to began disliking the busy streets and the sounds of the cars. Or I turned more into a street cat like Ikuto, that was also possible.
From where I was walking, you had a clear view of the flowing river that made his way from inside the park towards the city. The water from the river, which was calm and peaceful in the summer and now cold and wild because of the winter, came from the lake that lay at the end of this road.
The lake wasn't very known; some people didn't even know that there was a park in this part of town. And if they knew, they would only go to the grassy fields in the middle or they would walk on the paths that laid across the park. But there weren't any big paths that lead to the bridge that leaded to the lake, nor that there were any signs that pointed to the lake. It lay there, patiently waiting for the people who would find the bridge, get curious about what was on the other side and cross it to find the secret lake.
It is the same park where Ikuto and I always met each other, and where Tadase later promised me that he would everyday say 'I love you, Amu-chan'. Therefore, the park was not unknown to me, but I didn't find the lake until I was once wandering through the park and stumbled upon the bridge. The two total different boys that I had a crush on, united by the same place, I thought and chuckled.
After Ikuto left, I found myself doing that a lot: wandering around, doing nothing. I have never done that before so much. But I began to feel like a clock that was missing a chain and, because of that, was not working well. So, I walked through the city and later, the park, searching for my 'lost chain'.
Why am I looking for this chain anyway? And why did I lost it? I don't know. I'm supposed to be happy and cheerful, to feel ok. I have a boy who loves me and he even promised me to say it to me everyday. I have great friends who always make me laugh and support me. I have wonderful parents and an irritating (isn't every sibling?) but sweet younger sister. Easter is gone, so that threat is out of the way and isn't any more danger to others.
Considering everything, I have lots of things that can make me say that I'm a blessed person and that I should feel great because of them. But even with all those things...
Why am I not happy? Why are the feelings of love that I have for Tadase feel so strange, so fake, so unreal? Why do I cry sometimes when I hear violin music or see the moon? Why do I lie awake in bed at night, like I am waiting for somebody?
"Why do I feel so lost?" I whispered to the park.
The park? Talk about fate, my feet have brought me again to this place. Without paying attention, I end up at the place where I keep ending up lately. Where I wonder around for hours, not thinking about time or the weather, just following the paths or sitting on the cold benches, starring into the cloudy sky.
I looked to the entrance of the park, and signed. Well, since I'm here anyway... I pulled the collar of my coat and took a path that went into the park. I didn't care where I was going, I just needed time to think about my problems.
As I walked for a while and enjoyed the silence, my attention was drawn to the threes. Their trunks were dark and everyone of them had lost their leaves. They reached their bare branches out to the sky, like they were asking a question to it. "Where are my leaves? Please tell me, where are my leaves?" I somehow felt like those threes, but I don't know why.
My feet stopped moving and I looked up. They brought me to the Ikuto'spot. That one in the middle of the park, when I first saw and heard him playing his violin and where we later always met each other. I starred at it and let the memories of the mysterious violin player return in my mind.
Ikuto. Messy midnight blue hair. Masculine feathers and broad shoulders, dressed in his usual black clothes. His deep sapphire colored eyes, filled with a teasing spark when I looked into them. His trademark smirk plastered on his face, always making me blush, having an argument with me or driving me crazy with his comments or insults. Sometimes I found him every night on my balcony, or didn't see him for weeks. A real stray cat from inside and outside, that was Ikuto.
That was how I liked to see Ikuto: teasing, smirking, driving me nuts and making me blush a giant red color. Not that I thought of that when he was still here. Hell no. Most of the time I wanted to wipe that irritating smile of his 'o-so-good-looking' face. But that was when I didn't know how Ikuto had to endure when he was younger. When I didn't know about his past.
When I didn't know about how his father left him and his family. How he and his sister had to live with Tadase's family because their mother was too weak to take care of them. How he left his sister because he went on a search for many years to find father, looking everywhere in Europe but without finding him. How he met his new stepfather and he was forced to work for Easter, collecting X-eggs. How he had to destroy people's dreams, otherwise something would happen to his sister or his mother.
I wiped the tears from my eyes and took a deep breath. Ikuto had a horrible past. But when I was with him, you didn't noticed anything. When I was with him, he was that perverted, teasing, handsome cat boy which I grow fond of with the years. But he left, one year ago. He told me he wanted to find his father.
Could it be Ikuto? Could it be that because of his leaving that I felt so down and sad lately?
Ikuto confessed to me. Tadase did that too of course, but Ikuto did it twice. The first time was when he was staying over at my place. I pushed him of my bed and told him to stay on the floor, but that stubborn guy didn't listen to me and sat down next to me. He and I were lying face to face on my bed and he was teasing me with Tadase's confession. I got irritated of it and asked him if he hadn't had anyone he liked a lot. "I do. You", He replied.
I was, slightly said, shocked. Tsukiyomi Ikuto, that 'handsome-but pain in the ass' 17 years old guy, was in love with me, 'pinkette and flatness' 14 years old Hinamori Amu?! My stubborn me quickly took over and said that I didn't believed him since he was always teasing me. He answered that he was then just the boy who cried wolf.
As I looked into his eyes, searching for something that would tell me that his confession was a joke, my heart stopped beating. Because, there wasn't one. There wasn't any teasing spark, nothing that told me: "Got ya Amu." But, his confession couldn't be real. No way! I mean, he didn't really mean this, right...?
I turned around and kicked an empty soda can with my foot while I walked away from that haunting place. My head hung low and I slowly shook it. No. Maybe I could have told myself that the first confession of him was false, the second time, there was no room for misunderstandings.
We were at the airport. Ikuto was leaving, he wanted to go and travel the world in search for his father. I was seeing him off, being torn apart inside. One side of me wanted to be happy, to scream and to make a victory dance because that guy was leaving and I wouldn't seem for God knows how many years. But that part seemed so small compared to the other. The other side of me wanted to rip the other part of me in pieces. It wanted to pull myself into his chest, crying and pleading if he would come back soon. But I couldn't chose. So I stood there, dumb fold and with a fake smile seeing my friend off.
"Amu."
Ikuto leaned forward and brought his face so close to mine, that I could feel his breath on my face. His azure eyes locked with that of mine and I tried to fight my huge blush, but failed miserably.
"I'll definitely make you fall in love with me. So prepare yourself."
I swear the world stopped turning for a second. That didn't stop Ikuto though. Before I knew it, his lips made contact with my skin. Not my lips, but o so close. My heart stopped and my face was redder than it was ever before. I stood there like a statue while Ikuto gave me a last wink and walked away to his plane, with on his face one of his rare, kind smiles.
That was the last thing I saw from Ikuto: him walking away on the airport with a smile on his face. He is gone now for one year, so he must be 18. An 'adult', like the law would call him. But the law doesn't know that cat boy. 18 years, 26, 40, it doesn't matter: I think Ikuto will never change into a more 'mature' person. No matter his age, he would keep teasing me and calling me kid, even if I was 18.
Utau is doing pretty good. The first week she cried a lot (later, she said to us she didn't shed a tear), but we all saw her red puffy eyes. She couldn't trick us. That I had those eyes too after crying them out every night nobody knew, but that was because I didn't told anyone. Anyway, we all told her that Ikuto would be fine and when he would have found her father he would be back. That was what he promised to us and come on, it was not like he was going to be away for 10 years or something. Thanks to our support and the fact that, a month after Ikuto left, Kukai confessed to her, Utau was soon back to her old self.
For me, it took longer to go back to the old Amu. For some reason Ikuto's leaving made a great impact. For days I couldn't look at my balcony without feeling the urge to cry. For weeks I cried my heart out at night because of the emptiness that was in there. My chara's were the only ones who knew about that, and they tried their best to cheer me up by saying that Ikuto would be back and that there were still people here that loved up dearly, so that I should cheer up.
I did cheer up, in the end. Because of those sleepless night, I had giant bangs under my eyes that didn't go unnoticed by the others. I just said that Ami had been singing every night and it really ruined my sleep. They bought it, but it took more time than I expected to just fall asleep at night before constantly thinking about my friend with his azure blue eyes.
Suddenly, my feet got stuck behind something and before I knew it, the world started spinning and seconds later, I lay flat on my back. I grunted my teeth fighting the pain that was building up inside my body. Damn that hurt. I opened my eyes and looked around, to find myself lying on the middle of the path. I felt loose stones move between my fingers and the cold of the ground was creeping up into my bones.
I reached my hand out and grabbed a hold of the park bench that was standing next to me. With that support I was able to stand up. As I dusted myself off, I shot a look to the bench and froze. The bench that I used as support was Tadase's bench. On that bench he and I sat down and he promised me here he would tell me every day that he loved me. This was the same bench. Our bench.
Tadase. Blond short locks. Warm red colored eyes. Perfect manners, always polite and nice to everyone. A strong and dominant character from the outside, and a shy and kind person from the inside. The prince on a white horse, one out of a fairytale, that came to life. Sweet, handsome and true: that was Tadase.
Our relationship had grown stronger since Ikuto left. Somewhere I still think it had to do with the sudden emptiness in my hearth and with my need to fill that up, but after Ikuto's department, I began to hang out with him more. We went to the aquarium again, we made homework together and we often walked trough the park (scratch that: this park) and we always ended up at this bench.
We sat down and none of us said anything. I couldn't help but to think that the silence felt awkward, like I had to say something: "Thanks for taking me out today Tadase" or "Today was really fun don't you think?". Anything to break that strange atmosphere that was forming from the moment we sat down on that bench. I don't think Tadase felt the same, because when he broke the silence (he was always the one who did it, somehow I never could bring up the strength to do it), he would turn to me, grab my hand and he would say: "I love you, Amu-chan."
At this time, it was like I heard his voice echoing trough the park, bringing me back to earth. His gentle voice, with which he spoke my name in a soft and warm tone, like his voice wanted to show the affection he felt.
"Amu-chan."
It sounded so real, like that blond haired and red colored boy was standing beside me. I turned my head and looked for him, but I found nothing except for empty space next to me. Nobody stood there, and there was nobody else in the park who could have called my name. I was completely alone.
I sighed. There was a time where that voice made me float. When, with the sound of him saying my name, butterflies fly around in my stomach. That time, and the feelings that are connected with them, are slowly fading. Along with the leaves that fall, the sparks of my crush for Tadase are dying out. And I stand and watch, and I only thing that my mind thinks off is: 'How did this happen? How in the world did this happen to me?'
My hand slid over the bench, and I took in the sight of it for the last time. Then, I turned from it and walked away from it. I didn't need to look where I was going, I knew my feet would bring me where I wanted to go: the bridge at the end of the park, that lead to the lake. That was my destination. However, even if I walked away from the bench, it didn't seem like I left my memories of the prince with it. They all came back, one right after the other, all going about the same boy and his love for me.
"I love you, Amu-chan." Tadase probably said that line to me a thousand times by now. I remembered, that the first time he said it, my face went from my normal color, to the most red color there exist. My face expression changed with the speed of a Ferrari, and had, with any possibility, the same color. My heart beat so fast and not a single word came out of my mouth for 10 seconds. That's really me: I always blush strawberry red when somebody says something nice and sweet to me.
But after that first time, my face never turned as red as the first time. My heart didn't beat with the same speed. I found my voice back faster than before. I didn't feel the same as the first time Tadase told me he loved me. And when he told me it the third time, and the fourth, and all those times after, the feeling of truth never returned to me liked it did that first time. Like it lost his meaning after it had been said too much, just like a new dress.
The first time you wear it, you feel like the prettiest girl in town, and that everyone around you notices that you wear something new, and that they all say: "Wow, you're looking great!" or "That dress is so lovely!". But when you wear it again, the less new and sparkling the dress begins to look, and how less people will react on it. Until the dress isn't new at all anymore and it becomes a normal dress to you. Just a dress that hangs in your wardrobe and is part of your style. Something that you wear sometimes and where you don't think about, because it is normal for you to wear that dress. The dress doesn't have any special meaning anymore. It turned from something special, to something normal.
The same thing was happening with Tadase's love for me. First I felt like a real princess: Tadase, the sweetest and good looking boy in the whole world, loves me, me! Hinamori Amu! If was like a dream to me. Everywhere I went, I saw people watching me with jealous and longing eyes, whispering: "Look, that's Hinamori Amu. Did you hear? Hotori Tadase has a crush on her!"
"Oh I wish I was her! Tadase-kun is just perfect!"
"It's not a surprise isn't it? Hinamori is the most 'cool and spicy' girl I know, it's not a surprise Tadase fell in love with her."
"To have the prince as lover...O My God, that girl is so lucky!"
Lucky. Am I really lucky to have a guy that loves me, but that I'm not able to love him back with the same love he feels for me? Do I have to consider myself lucky to hear every day the words "I love you, Amu-chan", but every time I hear it, it feels less and less real? Am I lucky, or is Tadase lucky, to be in a relationship where one of them doesn't know if the love she feels for the other is true or false? And where the other one doesn't realize that? Am I lucky with that?
Because I had been too caught up in my thoughts, I didn't notice the bridge until I heard my feet on the wood. I looked down, and the faded brown color of the wood star right back at me, like it was just as surprised to see me as I was to see the bridge. Now that I was back to earth, I heard the noise of the river from nearby. It seemed like Winter still hadn't been able to freeze the water of the lake. The growling and sparkling water flowed down, towards the city.
My eyes followed the ice cold water. It looked so deep and peaceful, despite the loud noise it was making. That sounded so angry, so confused. The thumping sound echoed in my ears and erased all other thoughts in my head. Now, only one voice could be heard, and it wasn't even my own.
"Where do I have to go? What do I have to do with all this water?" the water asked pleading, flowing helpless between his banks.
I clutched my fists and bore my teeth. Why was the water asking that to me? Why it wanted me to answer that question for them? I had enough to worry about; I didn't need the problems of the water also! My blood boiled and I shouted over the noise of the water "How am I supposed to know?!"
My voice rang through the empty park and made it sound unfamiliar and hollow. I sank down on my knees and let my arms hang beside my body. Something wet and cold hit my hand. I could open my eyes to see what it was, but I didn't need to register the tear to know that I was crying.
Why was I crying? Why was my love for Tadase not feeling real anymore? Why did I miss Ikuto so desperately, when I was first sure that I was not, not in love with him? Why am I feeling so lost lately? Where does the water of the river have to go? Where are the leaves of the threes?!
All those questions...it was too much. Too confusing, too incomprehensible. The water, the threes, myself... we were all pleading and begging to get answers on our questions, but we didn't even know why we asked those questions. We didn't even had a idea where they came from. Water is not supposed to think about where his water has to go, and threes normally don't cry about having their leaves falling down. People are not used to see me lost and wandering around because I was dealing with a problem that I just couldn't solve, nor my friends. Then why do we feel this way? Why do we have those questions?
As I cried and the water of the river rushed under me, a memory came back into my empty head. I was 13 years old, and I and Nadeshiko's twin brother Nagihiko went to the loveknot temple, that lay not far from his place. While we walked to the temple, Nagihiko's asked if there was something wrong, and I decided to tell him about my problem.
Around that time, some girl had asked me who I liked. I tried to find an answer, but the images of both Tadase and Ikuto came up. I was shocked that I saw those two faces appear, and I ran away to find Nadeshiko to ask her for advice. Instead, I found Nagihiko, and since he was Nadeshiko's twin brother, I thought it wouldn't hurt to tell him about my problem.
He thought about if for a while, and then he asked me this: "When does liking someone turns into loving someone?" I fell silent and looked at him. I didn't had an answer to it, and I still don't have.
Liking someone and loving someone. Most people will say that liking and loving are the same, but they aren't. Of course both have to do with love. Whenever you like or love someone, in both you put in your love. The difference though, is the amount of love. The amount of love for the people you 'like' is less than that of the amount for the people you 'love'. And with love, it means the love you feel for the person you have a crush on. The person you fall in love with. The person you want to spend the rest of your life with. That is meant by 'loving someone.'
But how should I be able to find the difference?! How should I know if the love that I feel for Tadase or Ikuto fits with the amount of 'like' or 'love'? If I knew that, than I wasn't sitting here right now, on this cold wooden bridge, in the park, in December, all alone. If I knew the answer, than I wouldn't feel lost anymore. If I knew the answer, than my wandering would be finally over and I would be able to choose if I love Tadase or Ikuto. The problem is: I just don't know the answer!
I sat there. On the bridge. Not being able to stand up and walk to the other side. Not being able to answer all the questions in my head. I just sat there and listened to the sound of the water and the howling of the wind. The wind blew trough the park and let the branches of the threes make soft noises, like the wind was whispering words. This time though, it weren't the words of the wind, but that of mine.
"Who am I suppose to like? Who am I suppose to love?"
The wind took my thought with them into the sky. You could hear it howl "Who, who?", like an echo of my voice. "Who, who?" the wind cried. "Who, who?" the water sang. "Who, who?" the threes asked, reaching their braches out to heaven.
The threes asked who took their leaves. The water asked what to do with his water. I asked who I am suppose to like or love. We all are so different, yet so the same.
But, the threes asked their question to the sky. The water asked their question to me. They all think that they know where to find the answer. The threes think that heaven knows it, and the water thinks I know it. Do I know too, then, where the answer to my question lies?
The wind's voice changed. Before, it sounded like it asked "who, who?", just like I did. Now, the wind had a different sound. I pricked my ears and listened closely.
"..hoo, hoo....hoou, hoou....ou, ou....you, you...."
You. I asked, the wind responded. How stupid was I. Instead of listening to the questions of others, I forgot to voice my own. But even when I didn't do it, I still got an answer. And now I had it, everything was clear. You. Me. I was it. I knew the answer to my question. I thought I didn't, but I did! I just wasn't able to here it, because my questions were too loud. Not know that I heard it out load, it all became clear. I knew the answer.
I wiped the tears from my face and stood up. No more time for crying, I had an answer to find. With a determent look on my face, I looked to the other side of the bridge. There, I promised myself. On the other side of this bridge, my answer lay. I couldn't cross it yet though. I first had to find the answer myself. Then, I could cross the bridge.
I took a deep breath. Who do you like? Who do you love?
Tadase. Ikuto. My head filled itself with memories and voices. I didn't tried to stop them, I let them all in. Listen, I spoke. I want to know who I like more. Tadase, or Ikuto. I want to know if my love for Tadase is real, and I want to know if I love Ikuto for real. Please, help me. Find the answer to those questions. Please, find them.
I didn't asked those questions to my mind only. I asked them to my whole self. My toes. My hands. My brains. My heart. My soul. I asked everything of me, my complete body to help me with finding the answer. Too long I tried to listen to just one of them. It was time that they all worked together to solve the puzzle. Then everything would go back to normal. Then I would go back to normal, and all this wandering and questioning would be over.
Who do I love for real. Please tell me.
All kinds of information entered my head. Tadase's smile. His red colored eyes. His voice. His looks. His behavior. His time with me. His confessions. His...his...Nothing came. It stopped there. Like there weren't any other memories of Tadase left.
The empty space quickly became filled with different kind of thoughts. Ikuto's messy blue hair. His azure eyes. His annoying smirk. His voice, always teasing me and making me blush all different kinds of red. The talks that we had. His confession. His kiss...
My lips turned into a smile and my frown disappeared. It was clear. I knew now, finally, who I loved, and who I liked. I opened my eyes, and looked at the other side of the bridge, and saw the answer standing right in front of me.
There, on the other side of the bridge, stood Ikuto. His trademark smile plastered on his face, dressed in his usual black clothes, his eyes shining with happiness. There he stood, the guy that I loved. And this time, I didn't freak out. This time, I knew for sure, that he was the one that I loved. I knew now, that I only liked Tadase, as a friend. But with Ikuto...it was really love.
His smile grew as I continue to star at him. "Do you like what you see, pervert kid?"
My face grew tomato red and my mouth was already wide open to yell at him, before I realized that this, Ikuto standing at the other side of the bridge; was just a dream. Ikuto was not back. He was still in Europe, or somewhere else in this world. Anywhere, apart from here. I didn't know when he came back, and if he would still love me when he did.
But that didn't hold me back. I knew that I loved Ikuto. I didn't care about how long he would be gone. I didn't care about what the others would say. I didn't care about what Tadase would say when I was going to tell him that I didn't love him anymore. I would tell him the truth: that I only liked him as a friend, but not as my boyfriend. That I finally made my choice, and that nothing could change it.
I closed my open mouth and smiled. The image of Ikuto disappeared, and became replaced with an empty space at the other side of the bridge. The grumbling sound of the river grew louder and I heard the winter wind blew trough the park. I was alone again, and everything was the same as when I arrived at the bridge.
Yet, the river's noise sounded less angry than before. And it looked like the threes didn't feel that bad anymore about their lost leaves; they stood proudly straight up, looking less helpless than first. Like they knew that their leaves would return to them, one day. They just had to wait for them.
"I love you Ikuto. But I will wait. I will wait for you to come back, so that one day, I can say it to you...for real." As I ran to the other side of the bridge, the wind took my words with them into the sky. They would take them so far that one day, I hoped, they would reach the person that they were meant for.
Amu: *sniffs* O my god, that was so...so...BEAUTIFUL! I finally choose between those two guys! I'm so happy.
Ikuto: *shocked* What the-?! Artemis, I wasn't even in this chapter!
Artemis: What do you mean? This whole chapter was almost about you.
Ikuto: But I'm not really in it! I'm only mentioned, I'm not in it for real!
Artemis: Well, this chapter is called A Shining Sun, which points to Amu, so of course this chapter isn't about you!
Ikuto: ...does that mean that the next chapter will go about me, then?
Artemis: You will have to wait catboy. First, we have to see what the readers thought about this chapter.
Ikuto: People, please review! I want my own chapter!
Artemis: Or just review because I want to tell me what you thought about this chapter ;). Critics, flames and praises are all welcome. I hope you all enjoyed it, so please let me know. Thank you for reading, see you again!