First of all, I own no rights associated with Full Moon wo Sagashite. If I did, well...I probably wouldn't be writing this.

Second, I ask for constructive critisim. Despite the fact that somebody always feels a need to be rude. Which I understand. It's like a drug.

Now, onward to the story.

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She sings "I love you" over and over. It is sickening how he holds her as close as he can, burying his face into her hair. He whispers "I love you too," but no matter how low, Meroko will always know what he's saying. He never ever said it to her.

The reception never seems to end. Mitsuki's pure white dress never seems to leave Meroko's sight. Even when she closes her eyes, it's there. Like it's burning into Meroko's mind itself. The sudden need for fresh air is overwhelming. She runs outside, but the heels she calls her "favorite shoes" chose the perfect time to betray her. "I'll be just a minute," Takuto tells his wife.

Meroko frees a long, sigh from the chambers of her chest. It feels like she herself has been freed from the chambers of her heart. She will wait here until the reception is over.

Or so she thought.

"If you're not happy for me, at least be happy for Mitsuki." Takuto's voice demands from behind her. Meroko doesn't know whether to turn around and argue, or just go along with it. Well, the latter seems fit. There's nothing she can do now. Mitsuki has married the man she loves. Takuto can only be her friend now.

Well, he always categorized her as just a friend anyway. "I have something for you," Takuto says, breaking the silence, and surprising Meroko. "What? Why? It's YOUR wedding," Meroko testifies. "I know, but you look like you could use something to cheer you up." Takuto moves a little closer.

Nervously, Meroko slides back. "Who could need cheering up on a beautiful wedding night?"

"Geez, Meroko, I'm not going to eat you," Takuto says, "And I know you're not this shy." There is a long pause. "Well, what is it?" She feels his hand on her cheek, but before he could do anything more, Mitsuki's voice pierces the suspenseful atmosphere. "Takuto, we're going to cut the cake without you!"

Meroko sucks in a deep breath. She breathes it out through speech. "Well, what are we waiting for? The buffet's not going to eat itself!" She skips back into the hall, as if she didn't run out in the first place.

The next morning, he stars are lovely this morning, but Meroko isn't watching them like she always does. Whose idea was it to go to a wedding after so much lolly gagging with her math homework? Yet she had so much on her mind, it was like the wedding didn't even happen!

They say if you really love someone, you'll love to see them happy. Throughout that whole ceremony, however, all Meroko could think of was how it should be her at that altar, not Mitsuki. Does that mean that she doesn't really love Takuto, that she doesn't deserve him? Of course she deserves him! If it weren't for her, he would have failed the high school and college entrance exams! If it weren't for her, he might not have GRADUATED high school, and college! Let's not get started on that essay she helped him write in that contest. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have won that scholarship!

Okay, maybe she's being selfish.

He worked hard all his life for everything he accomplished. Meroko had only helped. A lot. Okay and she also pulled a few strings to get him in the top class. She only did it so he could be in the same class as her, anyway…..

That was where he met Mitsuki.

It didn't take more than a year for him to start talking and thinking about her all the time. Meroko had started to feel like the only time he wanted her was for help on some project, but that was not the case. He talked to her, but not as much as he used to, and not as much as he talked to Mitsuki.

Mitsuki, Mitsuki, Mitsuki. "Meroko, what should I get Mitsuki for Christmas?" "Meroko, what should I get Mitsuki for Valentine's Day?" "Meroko, where should I take Mitsuki to see the fireworks?"

Meroko….Meroko….Meroko……

She was never going to get this homework done. Well it was her fault, anyway. When Takuto came to tell her the "good news," all Meroko did was throw up, watch TV, or some other form of procrastination.

Meroko sighed. It seemed like everything was going downhill, a big mess that everyone was ignoring, and didn't care to help clean up. Fine, then. Why should she wait for someone to care? If you want something done, do it yourself, right? Who'll care if it gets messy?

Short, huh? It is a prologue. Well, see you in act 1.