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Kaito's POV

The air is so cold.

I wrap the scarf tighter around my neck, keeping my head down as I hurry down the sidewalk. I didn't want to think about Miku, or about the bus crash. I just wanted to get home before the tears started flowing again.

Suddenly, the air was knocked out of me and I was thrown backwards. My hands scraped the pavement, and I heard a loud thud as I went down. Shrieks emitted from the people around me. Gasping for air, I sat up, looking around. Who had shoved me over?

My eyes made contact, finally, with a smaller figure wrapped in a scarf. At his feet lay small flowers, now dusted in the snow that was falling lightly from the sky. I watched as numerous feet trampled them, just as they had the rose. It made me sad watching the flowers being crushed into the sidewalk.

I stood up, meeting the blue eyes of the boy. They struck a small bell in my head, and only when he took his hat off did I know who it was.

"Sorry about that Kaito. Really, I am!" he stammered, trying to pick up the flowers.

I leaned down to help him. "No problem," I said, shivering from the cold. I wasn't wearing gloves and my fingers were turning pink and stiff.

He nodded, then said, "C'mon, let me take you to get some coffee or hot chocolate. Whatever you prefer."

I shook my head, rejecting his offer. "Really, Len, I -"

"No, please," he insisted. "It's the least I can do after shoving you over."

Sighing, I let him lead me into a nearby café. We sat at a small round table next to the window. The café wasn't very big. The walls were made of brick with brown, glossy countertops and warm yellow lights. The chairs were very tall on their stilt-like legs, making me tower over the younger Len. A black-haired waitress came to our table, a stick of pocky protruding from her red pasty lips.

"What can I get for you boys?" she asked.

Len looked expectantly at me. "Uhh," I stuttered. "I guess I'll get some hot chocolate."

The waitress glanced at Len as she wrote my order down on her hand with a blue pen. "The same as him," Len said, watching as she wrote his order down too.

She left, and a few minutes later came back with white porcelain cups filled with hot chocolate and whipped cream on top. I wrapped my freezing fingers gratefully around mine, warming them before taking a gentle sip of the hot liquid. Len did the same. We sat there in silence for awhile, before I dared to venture out and ask him a question.

"Who were the flowers for?"

He paused for a moment, looking at the street, then out towards the snow. "My sister's grave," he said solemnly, then went back to sipping his hot chocolate.

I decided not to ask any more questions.

Miku's POV

I feel my soul slowly ebbing away. I wonder when I'll finally die.

Len's POV

I miss Rin.

She was my second half, my twin, my mirror image. Our voices harmonized. We harmonized.

And now she is gone, and there was nothing I could do to protect her small body from crashing through the window.

I remember the scene so clearly. I remember the bus jerking, halting, spinning. I remember Rin screaming at the top of her lungs, gripping the seat. But she had no seatbelt. She thrashed against the binds that were not there, the leather that didn't save her. Her head jerked forward, smacked into the seat in front of us, then sideways, slamming into the window beside us. The glass was already cracked. The blood had splattered my face…

I realized I was sobbing, pawing at my cheeks where her blood had stained. For a few moments, I was disoriented. Then I realized I was crying on top of a mound of dirt…my sister's grave.

I run my hands over the words etched into the tombstone:

"Kagamine Rin

15 Years

Died in bus crash incident

Ah, this widening meadow

The overflowing smell of you

I'll never forget it

It can't be forgotten"

I set my head against the stone, and I wished she was with me now, to tell me everything was going to be okay.

But it won't.

Because she isn't here anymore.

Miku's POV

I'm trying to scream.

I just want to produce a sound, say something, move, do something that means I'm still alive.

This isn't fair! I want to yell. I want Kaito, I want someone to hug and call my own!

But it isn't about what I want. It's about getting out alive.

Kaito's POV

I stopped visiting Miku at the hospital.

I don't know if she noticed, I don't know if she even can notice. I just needed to get out of that musty room, away from the machines and the sorrow. I knew I was failing Miku when I left. But I just couldn't stand it anymore.

I was only seventeen. What more could I take?

I sat on my porch, watching the sun go down. The temperature was dropping rapidly, but I didn't really notice. I was lost in thought.

Did I even love her?

I know that I had some sort of feeling for her. But if I truly loved her, I would still continue to visit the hospital, right?

I bury my head in my hands, sobs escaping my throat. I wish this never happened. I wish everything was okay.

I just want things to go back to normal.

But as the sky darkens, so does my hopes of Miku ever waking up.

Song references:

On Rin's "tombstone" – Lyrics from the song "Bringing the Rain" by Kagamine Len