Your name is [Y/N] and today you are going to school for t

he first time since your friend Ayato Tateyama died a few weeks ago. You remember how much you cried when you got the news; Much unlike your other friend, Kisaragi Shintaro, who stood wide eyed and the passed out shortly afterwords. Maybe the whole situation was abit much for you two to take in.

He happened to be with you today, but only because you spent hours at the boys door, pleading for him to come with you. all your hard work payed off when a nasty "Alright! God damn it [Y/N]!" and a small smile from you when he opened the door dressed for school. you knew he was going to hole up after today, so you figured you might as well make the best of it. it wont be the same, but it'll have to be enough. you also wanted to tell him how much you loved Ayato, even though you figured he already knew. You hadn't realized it though, you know, until he died.

-8-

The two of you went through classes, and stuck together paying no attention to the kids who gave you pitting looks and petty apologies. During your lunch, you sat in the classroom that was mostly empty save for the teacher who insisted on staying in case you two got 'unstable'. which unknown to her, you were already unstable, hiding everything you felt about Ayato, all the pain you were hiding in order to let it all out at a certain time.

"Hey Shintaro..." you called out to the other boy as you put the lid back on your box lunch that your mother made you. your voice seemed no different than usual, for if it was, someone would worry, worrying people wasn't something you wanted to do before doing something dangerous. "Hmn? what is it [Y/N]? he responded and you stood up, leaning against the wall pressed against your back. it felt cool and soothing. you began speaking knowing you wouldnt get any long replies. Shintaro didnt like to talk much, even when your friend was alive.

"I wonder what he was thinking, standing all alone on the roof. did he cry? did he thank anyone?" you started starring longingly out the window, which gave Shintaro a nostalgic feeling since Ayato used to do that too. "i wouldn't know, im not him" you expected such an answer from him and gave a slightly wary smile that seemed to be overused in the past week or two. "I guess you're right shintaro! we arent him!" you replied cheerily.

He bit back a question of what was wrong, you had let the conversation go too easily. it didnt sit right with him, but he figured you just didnt want to dwell on it. he knew that you loved to put yourself in another persons shoes. he also knew that you often took an entire day, maybe two, doing as that person would do, just to feel what the other person feels. you wernt the most normal of females, that was for real.

-8-

you two were about to leave, it wasnt far too late. but it was then you decided that the time to part was now. before he noticed something was off about the way her small smile was beginning to falter. "I'm going to go to Ayato-kuns grave. want to come with?" the other shook his head at you. "no thanks [Y/N] , i dont feel up to it. stay safe on your way home okay?" he said as he started walking away. "I will!" you replied, which wasnt followed by the usual see you soon that shintaro usually got. now this was setting off small warning bells. however he shrugged it off as paranoia.

maybe 30 minutes later you stood at the foot of your friends grave starring at the photograph of the three of you smiling that was st upon the grave, that photo was apparently his favorite as his father had said. a you began to speak, it was as if you were writing your last will. "Nee Ayato-kun, you could've reached for me as shintaro...why didnt you? you felt tears well up into your eyes. you were hurt, and sad, and all those feelings you had locked away behind that false smile had burst forth. "WHY DID YOU DIE?! " you shouted in angry tears and fell to your knees. "you can't leave me with shintaro...im not strong enough to save him...you cant leave me...Ayato-kun..." you lips quivered as a small revolver fell from your bag pocket when you fell, reminding you what you went there to do.

and crooked small smiled came to your face as you grabbed it. "how did it feel to die? did you say anything? did you cry? did you know youd hurt me this bad? i want to know...so im going to play you okay? im going to die too. i can't bring myself to the roof...but..." you held the revolver to your temple and gave a smile. "i can atleast do this much...Shintaro, im so sorry, i can't risk going on like you...and ayato-kun..?" you closed your eyes as the world fell silent. "I love you...!" and you pulled your last sight was seeing a shimmering figure that looked like Ayato on his knees, possibly crying. as you faded away, you could have sworn that from somewhere you heard him say: "[Y/N]...! i didn't wan't you to die...i love you too much.."

It wasnt until two days after that, that shintaro went to the grave after hearing you hadn't come home, he expected the worst, but not this. you, sprawled out on the ground infront of ayatos grave, a gun by your side and a hole in your head. it was as if his entire world shattered. through his screaming and blurred vision he could see what seemed to be two figures, holding eachother tightly and crying. he reached out knowing them. "Ayato...[Y/N]!" the figures turned to him and your spiritual form reached out to the other and he could just faintly hear you say: "Good-bye..! Stay safe..."

"[Y/N]!"