Miku had always stared up at the blonde haired boy in awe and desire. Of course, she wasn't the only one who wanted him. Len was hot, there was no denying it. Many people like Neru, who tried desperately to be like Miku but "original" with her single side ponytail also, had a thing for Len. Miku was the one who was always nice to everyone. No matter who you were, she was nice. She'd extend a helping hand and a bright smile that could melt away all the worries you ever had.

Len was one of those "bad boy" types. Of course, he was equally as nice as Miku at times too though. But to Miku, he was rather sour. He envied her, getting her high marks, being elected as president of the council, and then that burning hot sensation he'd feel whenever she would give one of the other guys that signature warm smile irritated him the most.

Sure, he had barely ever talked to her, but there was a reason. She always seemed untouchable. Even when she was alone, she had this force field around her or something, but Len could never seem to be able to approach her.

Realizing he had been lost in his thought, he shook off any images of Miku in his head and headed to the music room. He had loved singing and playing the piano forever and that was the one place where he could hide from watching eyes and just be himself, and melt into the music. However, when he got to the door, he heard someone playing a soft melody. Then the most beautiful voice began,

"suyasuya… yume wo miteru

kimino yokogao,

kizukazu koboreta namida,

hoho wo tsutau…

setsuna no tokimeki wo

konomuneni kakusitetano"

Len identified it as Japanese, a language he had wanted to practice but never could find the time to. He stood frozen at the door, listening intently.

"Last night, Good night
Last night, Good night

kono yoru kimi no te
nigitte nemuruyo"

The heavenly voice cracked and he could hear light sobs from the other side of the door. He could see a shape sitting at the piano through the distorted window on the door, but couldn't tell who it was. He thought it'd be quite bad to walk in, but his curiosity was killing him.

Slowly, he turned the knob and opened the door a crack. Long radiant greenish blue hair cascaded around her, covering her face that her hands were cradling. Len could tell it was Miku distinctly by the hair, so he slowly began backing back out. As he took a step back, a loud creak echoed in the small music room. Miku's head jerked up immediately and stared at Len, her green eyes wide.

"Ah, L-Len! Hello! I'm sorry, am I in your way? I…I'll just go. I'm very sorry…" Miku said in a rushed voice. She began to collect the sheet music in front of her, but in her blind haste, all of it fell to the ground.

Turning red, Miku began to pick up the music quickly. Len smiled to himself before crouching down and helping her. Sure, he was usually rather bad to her, but at this moment, she wasn't the one helping, she was the one in need of help. And besides, Len had a soft spot for innocence.

"Did you write all these yourself?" Len asked, staring at the different sheets.

"I…Uh, yes I did…" Miku said, tucking some hair behind her ear before picking up the last few. Len looked at the page he had in his hand.

"'Last Night, Good Night', eh?" Len read. Miku turned a darker red and Len handed it back to her. "You know...You're very good."

Miku looked up at him and smiled brightly. "T-Thank you! Very much!" Miku said happily, tucking the paper into her folder.

Len looked at her, his smile fading. "Are you alright?" He asked concerned.

"Y-Yes, I'm…I'm fine..." Miku replied, she tried to smile, but tears began to form in her eyes again and she collapsed to the floor. Len crouched down in front of her and lifted her head up. Tears streamed down her rosy cheeks.

"That song…What does it translate to in English?" Len asked.

Taking in a breath, Miku replied

"Your profile
dreaming peacefully

I don't even realize
these tears falling on my cheek

I'm trying to hide
the heartbeats of my sorrow

Last night, Good night
Last night, Good night

this night, I hold your hand
tight, and fall asleep"

She wiped a tear from her eye and said "I wrote it for a man named Kaito…He…He died recently. We were very close."

Len studied her face, as she choked back another sob. In the 12 years he'd known Miku, he'd never seen her cry. She always smiled. "So others won't get sad too" she'd say before furiously wiping away the tears and smiling at him.

"You know…its okay to cry sometimes. The only person you're hurting is yourself." Len whispered, taking the thin, shaking girl into his arms.

Miku hesitated before burying her face into Len's warm shoulder, and just cried.

Many more weeks like this followed. They'd meet in the music room, and they would take turns singing or playing for each other. Music was a passion they both shared and loved. Miku couldn't help but feel more and more attracted to Len each passing day.

Len told her how it felt when people started spreading rumors that he and his sister, Rin, engaged in incest, which he swore was untrue. While everyone else was intertwined in the lies and gossip, Miku would hold a crying Rin every day. Eventually, Rin moved schools, unable to take it, and the rumors died down.

They lived in this happy and peaceful bliss together. Until one day it all came to an end.

Miku showed up at the usual time, usual spot, but one thing was out of the usual routine. She wanted to ask Len if he wanted to go to a concert with her, together. It had taken her a while to fight off the embarrassment rising in her chest every time she even began thinking about it, but it was no use.

Len sat at the piano, already irritated. He had failed two of his tests, and gotten word Rin was sick and he had to go across town to get the medicine and still be on time for his afterschool job. He was going to tell Miku that he needed to go when she arrived.

Miku opened the door, her face already a deep red.

"Ah! Len, I...I was wondering if you…You might like to…Go to a concert with me? I know it's a bit short notice…But I was hoping you might be free tonight…"

Len turned his gaze from the piano up to a blushing Miku who stood, holding a poster for a piano concert to her chest. His heart melted, and he felt that rising heat in his chest that others talked about. She looked so innocent.

Len smiled warmly at her and his' face softened. "Sure," he replied "I'd love to."

With that, Miku's face light up so bright it made Len have to smile back. "I'm so glad! I'm sorry, but I have to go home and finish my homework then. I'll see you tonight!" Without thinking, she hugged him tightly, taking in his wonderful scent.

Len smiled back. "Tonight" he replied, and Miku took off out the hall. He turned to the window and watched her pigtails flying behind her as she ran happily. He watched her look both ways before crossing the street.

Then he watched the truck hit her small body that he had just held.

He watched the papers of her songs they wrote together fly through the cold wind.

And he watched as she lay on the ground, blood all around her.

Then he screamed.