"Tsukune…." The loving, kind words of a pink-haired girl, with a white dress, were all that mattered to him. The girl he loved stood before him once again. He was so overwhelmed by his emotions that he paid no attention to the tears forming in his eyes. He ran up to her and enveloped her in a tight embrace, not wanting to let go. If this was a dream, he never wanted it to end. He just wanted to stand there, forever and ever. But the peace of the moment was not to last for long.
The girl spoke out of hatred instead of amour now. "Why, Tsukune?" The boy felt a stinging pain, in the same places he felt pain in the day she disappeared. At the same time, he watched two wounds open up on her, and blood began to stain her dress. The gem on the cross on her chest shattered, and she began to fade to dust. It flew between his fingers, avoiding his desperate attempt to put her back together. As the dust that was the girl danced away in the wind, it's cold, ghostly voice spoke again.
"Why, Tsukune? Why did you let me die?" The boy named Tsukune fell to his knees, sobbing in agony. Why did he let her die? He was supposed to protect her. He was a failure. He pounded at the ground with his fist, wallowing in self-hate and defeat. He cried out her name in his agony.
"Moka-san?!"
"Moka-san?!"
"MOKA-SAN!?"
His sadness finally overwhelmed him. He passed out, in a small puddle of tears and blood. And then he woke up.