It was after hours, the sun was down, and Kyoya was doing a final sweep of the Third Music Room before locking up for the night. He checked for the usual things, pushing in chairs as he went, when he noticed a piece of paper lying on the ground. Thinking it was a fallen page from his notebook, he picked it up and glanced down at it surprised the handwriting was not his own.

Scanning the first sentence, Kyoya realized he had stumbled upon something not meant for him to read.

The note read,

"'It's what's on the inside' you say. But you and I both know it's actually what's on the outside. I was allowed to be myself, so long as it fit your image. I was my own person, until I wasn't yours. I was impossible of failure, until you thought of me as a failure. I was free, as long as I played by your rules.

You told me to stop my act and be who I was. Except my "act" was who I was. But you didn't like it, and I needed you because I was little. I was little and I needed someone big to take care of me. And even though you thought you were taking care of me, and even though you thought your love was unconditional, I still felt like I was fighting for it. And I was. Hard.

I crammed my body into the perfect mold that you cast for me, and every day I grew tired and I ached from being jammed in that tight space. I succeeded, but my success brought my bindings in tighter, and I couldn't breathe.

So I stopped eating, and you ignored it. I was crying at night, but you took no notice. That's okay. I didn't want you to because I was busy being strong, and I didn't want you to be disappointed. I would put on my brave face for you, and you would miss the pain and hurt in my eyes. I acted like I didn't need what I gave up, and you forgot that I did. But I wasn't mad. I was happy because I thought everything was perfect. I thought I was doing a good job and that you loved me. I thought you were proud. And who knows, maybe you were. But your heart wasn't in me.

I'm just spiteful at how long it took me to realize that you didn't care anymore. I was perfect and boring. You talked to me less and less, you saw me less and less, and soon you were a stranger I saw at dinner parties.

I don't know when you forgot, but know that I remembered. While you went to sleep happy, I was in bed thinking of how to be better. I kept holding on to what I thought we had. I kept reaching out to bring us back together, but I was the only one trying. I remembered, you forgot. My heart was bleeding, but I tried to improve.

I was sitting out another meal when I understood where we were. I had been hopping around it, but it wasn't avoidable anymore. I then knew that I had been happy all this time, but that thing that had kept me going, the love you gave to keep me going, wasn't there anymore.

I thought about suicide. I was looking for a solution, and it crossed my mind as the answer more than I'd like to admit, but it would be useless. You had forgotten me. I thought it would help you remember, but then you would be as sad as I was, and even though I hated you, I didn't want you to suffer like I was.

I've grown up, now. I don't want you punished, and I don't hate you. I just want you to understand, that one day, when you remember to look back for me, I won't be there following you anymore. It's not because I got lost, though. It's because you left me when I needed you.

-Mitskuni…."

Kyoya skimmed through the note. Finishing it, he glanced at his watch and noticed the late hour. He sighed. Crumpling the paper he threw it in the trash can while walking out the door.

Luckily for Hunny, the letter was found by the one person who wouldn't bring it up. Unfortunately, it was because he didn't care. Just like everyone else.