There was a loud crashing sound and Yui strained to turn her head to the right. There, amongst broken glass, was a baseball. Thankfully, she wasn't hurt in any way.

"Aw, (censored)!"

Yui giggled as she heard voices approaching the building she was in. Sure enough, the doorbell rang, and her mother hastened past Yui's room to see who it was.

"Ah…I'm so sorry, but I think I might have just busted your window..."

Yui heard the shuffling of feet around the house, and guessed that the two were looking to find the room with the broken window.

Finally, a boy with blue hair around her age entered her room, staring at the window. He started chucking nervously at the pink haired girl on the bed.

"Hey, I'm Hinata, sorry about that window," he laughed sheepishly, "sometimes the ball goes out of control…"

"My name is Yui and don't worry about it," she smiled.

The boy named Hinata grinned back, then took a broom from Yui's mother, and went to sweep up the broken glass.

"Just so you know, I would help you, so don't go thinking that I'm a spoiled princess on this bed or anything," Yui spoke up, cheeks flaming, she had never seen a boy so close. She gave herself a mental knock on the head, I'm acting just like a tsundere, she groaned internally.

Hinata laughed again but then he glanced over at Yui, eyes curious. "Why would you say that?"

"Ah, Hinata, I'll tell you what," Yui's mother said,"if you agree to visit Yui once in a while, I'll forget about you paying for the window!" she finished, clapping her hands together.

From then on, Hinata would always stop by to visit Yui every Friday, after baseball practice. They had gotten to know each other well, and took a liking to each other, soon becoming the best of friends.

"Hinata, see that?" Yui nodded towards the televisions set, where two men were pulling each other into strong arm locks. "When I get better, I'm gonna try that on you!"

Hinata chuckled and ruffled her ink hair. "One day, Yui, but then, I'll counter it and make you shout 'Give!'."

"Hinata, your hair is dyed," Yui stated one day.

"Look who's talking, Miss Pink," Hinata protested.

Yui had no answer, replying by only pouting and muttering under her breath.

And so, the days passed by peacefully in that manner.

Then, one day, Hinata came around, but with a scowl replacing his usual carefree smile.

That was the day of the baseball game that changed everything.

"Hinata…?' Yui approached carefully.

Hinata sighed, and then looked up to smile at Yui.

"Yeah?" he responded.

But Yui would always notice a little sadness lurking in his blue eyes.

The days followed in monotonous routine. Hinata's visits didn't bring as much life as it used to. Something was wrong. Hinata had such tired-looking eyes, taking away the playfulness that used to ance in them. His skin was pale and he looked listless.

Yui was worried.

"Yui…I have horrible news," her mother approached, "I don't know how to say this but…Hinata is-"

Yui didn't need to hear any more, she was too numb. She could only make out the haunting sounds of "drugs" and "accident"

That evening, Yui's mother helped her off her bed and helped her put on a simple white dress. Shuttng the door behind her, she wheeled Yui to Hinata's funeral.

Life was agony from then on; Hinata appeared in Yui's dreams, haunting her thoughts and driving the girl into mental corners. She could feel herself breaking from the inside out.

The days were grey and meaningless; her mother could only color it so much. Even the violet flowers that Hinata would bring quickly wilted, cold and irreversibly dead.

Yui seemed to have lost her vibrancy, the pink in her hair and eyes were dull and lifeless.

Then one night, Yui's mother kissed her forehead and wished her a good night's sleep, as was their nightly ritual.

"Goodnight, Darling. Sweet dreams,"

Finally, Yui closed her eyes, snuggling her stuffed toy pig.

Her eyes never opened again.