one: scars and tears

A/N: Once I told my sister 'I will make a one shot series one day and make them all SAD!' and thus this was born. I know it's too early for this but, every twentieth reviewer gets to submit a prompt! The chapter count for this is currently a hundred, but I've planned out like ninety angst-y drabbles and written five in my notebook, so maybe it'll be a little over a hundred, I still don't know. :) (my guilty pleasures of writing sad stuff omg sorry)


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For a moment, it was only them, covered in scars and ghosts of the past.

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She cried.

She cried, cried so bitterly, cried for the deaths of all her family and friends, her heart shattered to a point that she cannot even pick up the pieces and shape them together. Everyday she would stand, alone, and then she would just break down, just like the porcelain doll she is.

Then one day, it all changed. He came.

That chilling night, he came to her, jacket in hand as she shivered whilst sobbing.

You're cold, he tells her, wrapping her up lightly in his jacket. You'll catch a cold. Don't do this to yourself.

For a while she just stared at him, eyes wide with shock. Then she continued crying, this time with a rant. They're all gone, they're all dead, it's my fault, I come back, I have ghosts, I see them, I can't touch them, they're all out of my reach, you know?

I know, he tells her, voice bitter. I know, Miku, I know. They haunt me. Everyday.

They do? She chokes out, surprised. He nodded, hands clenched tightly at his sides.

For a moment, it was only them, a boy and a girl, covered in scars and ghosts of the past, broken both outside and inside, then their eyes met, and they understood.


Hey, are you always alone like this? He asks her one day as they share a conversation over a cup of coffee. She stares wistfully at the fog-covered windows, her lips pressed tightly together.

After what seemed like an eternity of awkward silence, she replies in the softest voice he'd ever heard her use, Yes.

Why? Doesn't anyone ... befriend you? He asks, leaning forwards as his hands cup his mug. She shakes her head mutely, a wall building behind her eyes. But ... you're so pretty, and you're fun to talk with, why not?

She sighs and closes her eyes, leaning back into the chair. They lapsed into silence for a while, listening to the hearty chatter around them in the coffeehouse. I don't know, she tells him. Come to think of it, who'd love me?

Me, he almost said, but bit it in at the last moment. Someone will eventually, he murmured, draining his mug.

She exhales sadly, then stare into the pool of coffee in her own cup. I can only hope, was all she said.

After that, he said nothing, and neither did she.


It's your birthday today, right? He asks her as they sit down in their usual seat, ordering their usual choices of coffees. She looks up at him, surprised.

How did you know? She asks, sounding a little happy, as if no one ever remembered her birthday.

I'm your friend, he tells her with a kind smile, of course I should know. You deserve a present for being strong, he continues, and pulls out a box from his pocket.

She looks pleasantly surprised, her lips almost curling up into a gentle smile as she eyes the box curiously. He hands it to her and she takes it gingerly, peering carefully at the box.

What ... what ... she whispers, turning the box around.

Open it, he says, not an order, but a request. She blinks once, twice, then obliges.

Wow, Len, it's ... she pulls out a necklace, beautiful ...

Like you, he mutters under his breath, but she didn't hear it as she admired the necklace. You like it? He asks instead.

She looks up at him, her eyes twinkling prettily. Of course, she says in an awestruck sort of voice. Thank you.

He blinks, and she was smiling.

Her smile was beautiful.


I'm moving out, she tells him one day, twiddling her thumbs. I want to move to somewhere closer ... closer to them.

He sighs. You still have yet to let go of them, right?

She shakes her head, guilty. I'm sorry.

It's not your fault, he says in a quiet voice. If I were in your shoes, I would be in a worse state than you, I suppose ...

She manages to smile, but she looks so weary and ill he felt so sorry for her. I'm moving out, she repeats.

I love you, he tells her, voice broken. She smiles again.

I know, is all she said, and when he takes her in his embrace, she breaks down.


I have scars, she tells him one day as she pulls up her sleeve to reveal a whole arm of scars, mixing together like an art piece. In my heart and on my body.

I have them, too, he tells her. I guess that's what we have in common.

She smiles bitterly as she places a folded shirt into her luggage. I'm moving out tomorrow, she informs him as she continues to pile up clothes in her bag, not looking at him.

Oh, is all he can think of to say. Uh, that's good.

You changed me, she said, sounding as though she was going to cry. You made me believe in hope.

That's good, he says again, stiff.

I love you, she tells him. Don't forget that. Don't forget me.

I know, he mutters, looking down. I won't.

She smiles and mimics him: that's good.


The next day, she held her luggage bag and looked at him, not saying anything. The wind blew in their hairs.

So, she says, voice quiet, I'm going.

Okay, he murmurs. Bye.

Bye, she whispered, then she begins to walk away. He stared after her as if in a trance, not able to do anything at all, until he surged forward, strong hands gripping her shoulders, and his lips found hers.

I love you, he tells her, running a hand through her beautiful locks. I love you.

I know, she chokes out, a hand covering her mouth.

Then she cried.

But she was smiling.

Thank you.


She left.

He lay on his bed, staring at the celling, eyes dull. Her voice, her sad smiles, her murmurs of thank you, her lips, her hair, everything about her lingers in his mind, and he realises that he misses her, he can't let go of her, just like she can't let go of her family.

He stood up, went to his table and dug out a sheet of paper and an old pen. Then, on the paper, he scribbled down:

To Hatsune Miku:

I love you.

From Kagamine Len.

He smiles.