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Hotaru's POV

"That idiot! She never told me anything." I said aloud, trying to hold in emotions.

I'm not lying. She never did. I thought she was my best friend and yet, she didn't even tell me such important information. I've always thought of myself that that idiot was easy to read. But she proved me wrong.

Now, all I see is a casket. The last time that I saw her alive was when she went to school for the last time.

"How could she be so…" I wasn't able to finish.

I touched the glass and I saw her face. Still the same. I can still see her smiling. I touched the glass as if I was touching her face. Then, without warning, tears started to fall. Wetting the glass and it continued not showing signs of ceasing. I just couldn't hold it anymore. She was just the same age as me. It seemed just like yesterday that she was alive and kicking.

Sakura Mikan is irreplaceable for she was different because she was my best friend. I bet, she would have wanted to hear this but I guess I was too late.

Natsume's POV

I became speechless when the news came over me. I thought it was a joke and I wanted to smash their face for saying a joke like that. A joke about Mikan dying.

I was wrong. This casket in front me proves how wrong I was. They were right. It wasn't a joke. She's gone. She's gone. And it's forever.

"How could you just leave without telling anybody?" I softly whispered to the cold body inside the casket. I knew she can't hear me but there was nothing I can do.

I didn't know what to do. I can't even stare at her face anymore. The guilt has taken over me. I felt stupid and helpless.

She's gone. She's gone. And it's forever.

Yuka's POV

When the day came, the day that she was to be taken away from me forever, I cried my heart out. I kept shouting her name, hoping it would bring her back. My daughter. My only daughter. It was futile. She just lay there, not moving a muscle.

Now, I can't even dare to see her inside the casket. The daughter that I truly loved is gone and it wasn't something that was really easy to accept.

I knew she loved me. She only wanted my happiness. When I remarried, she never said anything against it. But now, she's gone. She left me.

I remembered when she always told me that she wanted to have a younger sibling and I simply laughed it off. But now, it's too late. She's gone. She'll never meet her younger sibling.

Why does good news come too late? And why does bad news always find a way to come even when they're not wanted?

I just fell down on my knees and asked God, why her? I cried. I cried and I cried. Like most of the people that came here. We all lost someone special.

After the funeral, I went up to her room. It was still the same since she left.

I started keeping her things. But I can never keep my tears. They just fell. I slowly picked up her clothes that were on the floor. Oh! How I remember. She wasn't always the neat one. I smiled. I went to her desk and saw the pictures she always treasured. For her, memories were the best keepsakes she can ever have.

Then, I found something on her desk. A shoe box. It was written on top, "KEEPSAKES". I wondered what it was. So, I opened it.

There were tapes. Each of them had labels.

I started crying again, "Memories" I thought were still her best keepsakes and she wanted to share it with everyone.


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