"Where do you live anyways?" Souta asks Miku as they walk down a road filled with houses.

"A little further down the road. On Sakura Street," she replies. He laughs.

"You're kidding? So do I," he says smiling. "Maybe we can walk to school together from now on."

"You don't have to do that… Everyone will start bullying you, too…" Miku says quietly.

"I know I don't have to. But I want to. I really enjoy your company, Hatsune-san, even if we just met today." Miku blushes and giggles.

"Then I'll let you walk me to school." Souta smiles.

"That's the first time I heard you laugh. I like it." Miku's face turns completely red and she turns away.

"Dummy…" She continues walking down the street with Souta following right by her. "Hey…" she mumbles.

"Hm?"

"Thank you for trying to make me feel better today. It did help a bit, so thank you."

"Of course. I don't like it when you're sad, so I'll try and make you happy as much as I can." They walked in silence for a while before finally turning on Sakura Street. "Hey, Hatsune-san? Are you doing anything tomorrow?"

"No, why?"

"I'd like to go and see around town. I was wondering if you'd show me around?" Miku smiles and nods. "Great! I'll pick you up at ten tomorrow okay?"

"Okay, I'll see you then," Miku says as she closes the gate to her house. "Bye, Watanabe-kun."

"Ah, you can call me Souta."

"…Okay… See you tomorrow, Souta-kun." He watched her as she went down the walk. She waved from the doorway before closing it. He smiles to himself as he walks down the street towards his house.

"See you tomorrow, Miku-san…"

…

"You're late," Miku says, glaring at Souta.

"Sorry, sorry! My alarm clock didn't go off and my mom wouldn't let me out of the house without breakfast!" Souta apologizes. Miku glances at her watch. Eleven thirty.

"Pretty late, Souta-kun…" she grumbles before sighing. She brushes off her bright green skirt and straightens her perfectly white blouse. "I'll forgive you this time, but don't do it again okay?"

"Of course not, Hatsune-san!" Miku smiles and looks down slightly.

"Call me Miku…" She starts off down the street and he follows right beside her. "So, where did you want to go?"

"Maybe a café… I'd love some coffee right now."

"Sounds good. I know a really nice one with wonderful hot chocolate too…" She smiles to herself. She wanders off in thought and doesn't notice a car speeding down the road.

"Watch it!" Souta grabs her wrist right as she steps onto the street. He pulls her close as the car passes by. They stand there for a moment before Souta lets her go. "…I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, dummy. You saved me. Thank you."

"Don't worry about it. Now how about that coffee?"

…

"One hot chocolate and a cappuccino, please," Miku says as she opens her purse and digs through it.

"What are you doing?" Souta asks, stopping her.

"I'm going to pay for the drinks, what else would I be doing?" Miku asks, laughing a bit. Souta reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. Miku gasps. "No, no, you don't have to pay for mine!"

"I want to," Souta says as he hands the cashier the money. They receive their drinks and they sit at a small table near the window. "So, Miku, I want a full explanation."

"What about?" Miku asks as she plays with the whipped cream on top of her drink.

"You know what about." Miku shakes her head and shrugs as she takes a sip of her drink. "Yesterday. On the hill." Her shoulders slump and she sighs.

"I hate… everything…" she mumbles. "Nothing good has ever happened to me… I'm always bullied at school… My parents hate me…. I used to be in a mental institution. My mother died when I was young, so sometimes I would imagine she was still there. My stepmother convinced my father that I was crazy. Maybe I am…. But either way, it affected my social life. Everyone thinks I'm either stupid or crazy so no one wants to even come close to interacting with me…. That's why I roll. It makes me feel better to think that maybe, someday, I may injure myself enough to actually make somebody care, whether it be a broken bone or… worse…. At least… someone would care…" she trails off and stares into her cup.

"I care." Her head snaps up and she stares at him. "I care about you, Miku. Even now when you aren't hurt." She looks back to her cup and she shakes her head.

"I don't believe you…"

"Well then, I'll just have to convince you."

…

"Ready to go, Miku?" Souta asks as she packs her bags after school.

"It's Friday," she says smiling. He follows her down the roads of the small town back to the area with the hills.

"Miku, you don't have to do this. I care about you and I don't want to see you hurt." She shakes her head and he grabs her wrist before she begins climbing one of the hills. "Why don't you believe me?!"

"I can't! Souta, I have to roll! Just… one more time, please!" She pulls her wrist away.

"…Once more, but that's it, Miku." He follows her up the hill and she does her routine of planting the flower. She throws her bag down the hill and smiles. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "Miku, you don't have to…." She throws herself down the hill and tumbles down as Souta chases after her. She hits the ground hard and he picks her up so she's sitting. He pulls a small box out of his bag and starts cleaning the blood off of her. "Are you done yet?" he asks as he applies a few bandages.

"What?" she asks as he finishes cleaning her up. He sits back and stares at her.

"Are you done yet? Are you done rolling?" She looks down and shakes her head.

"I'm not done yet… I still haven't achieved my goal… not yet…." Souta shakes his head and grabs her hand, picking her up from the ground. He walks her back home and drops her off, watching her walk inside before leaving. She slowly closes the door behind her and takes off her shoes. "I'm home…" she whispers quietly, hoping not to disturb her parents. She quietly walks up to her room. She takes a shower and then sits on her bed afterwards. She gently places her hand on her neck. "Just… hold your breath, Miku… It'll all be alright…." She wraps both of her hands around her neck and squeezes them tightly. She gasps but doesn't let go. After a minute or so she finally knocks herself out, collapsing onto the bed. Alone.

A/N: So. Much. Dialogue. Sorry for that. And yes, I took the rolling thing literally. Don't judge me, it's my story, I can do what I want. :l

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