Weird Girl: HELLO MY SLAVES!
Bob: That's a nice way to greet your readers...
Weird Girl: Well, anyways! Here it is, chapter four!
Bob: Start reading...!
Chapter 4
The next day was bright and beautiful, much more clearer and brighter than the day before. It was alslo pretty quiet. Everybody was working, patients were being taken care of, everything was usual in the hospital.
Hana stood in the room, staring out the window. She saw a group of people carrying a casket, holding a funeral for a departed one. She began to go back to the day where she made a promise to herself. Thinking about the past. Remembering that day. Her daydream was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder.
"What?" Hana turned around.
"I just want to give you something..." He smiled as he sat up as if he was about to get out of bed, reached over to the drawer, pulling it open.
"What do you want to give me?" she asked curiously, waiting to see.
Hiroshi pulled out a piece of paper folded into an envlope shape. He pressed it against his lips and handed it to Hana. "Here..."
"Huh? What's this?" Hana stared at it.
"I would love for you to open it..." He smiled tiredly. "And not just throw it away..." he said as he began to laugh a bit.
His laughing slowly stopped as he slowly closed his eyes and collasped. Hana stood there her eyes widen a bit of surprise, then returned back to her normal expression, giving a tiresome sigh as she watched him fall. Hana walked out and calmly called out for doctors. Doctors and nurses immediately rushed over and tried their best to help. Hana just stood off to the side, staring at the letter that he gave her. A long pained sound echoed in the room.
The next morning, Hana entered the room here Hiroshi no longer stayed. She stared at his bed, imagining him sitting there, smiling, about to throw another plane. "If I'm a cactus...than he was only a mirage..." she silently said to herself, turning around to leave.
As she was about to walk out the door, she accidently knocked over the waste bin filled with paper. She stared at it and began to pick them up. As Hana began to pick them up, she remembered Hiroshi saying something about getting the chance to look at them. She began to open up the airplanes and took a look inside of them.
"Huh...?" Hana stared at them, confused. Inside each paper airplane was a picture of her-only smiling. Everyone of them was a picture of her smiling. She picked up some of them, and remembered the drawer and ran over to it. She opened the drawer and let the papers fly out everwhere. She looked at all of them. They were all pictures of her smiling, happily. There were some laid out perfectly, showing how well of an artist is to where he couldn't even hold a pencil, only able to draw scribbles.
Hana then pulled out the paper that was folded into a letter out of her pocket. She slowly began to open it. What she found inside was another, perfect and beutiful picture of her smiling, but along with a pink flower that could only be found on a cactus. "That's right...I'm your Saboten Hana..."
Hana then quickly got up and ran outside to the funeral that was taking place at the moment. She ran through the halls, passing people, going through doors and down stairs. She finally arrived at the funeral. Everyone had a sad expression, wearing black clothing to show their sarrow. In the casket was Hiroshi, surrounded by flowers the took up the rest of the space. He didn't appear to have his glasses though. He laid there in the casket, looking peaceful, and still smiling gently a bit.
Hana walked over to the casket that was already in the ground a little. She then took her glasses off and placed it right beside him. "I don't need these anymore..." she silently. "I guess it is okay to love again...Thank you...for teaching me that..." she said as her eyes got glossy, pressing the flower gently against her lips.
A/N: I DONT OWN VOCALOID! ...Hm, I wish I did though...
Bob: ...This is the shortest story you've ever wrote...
Weird Girl: I know, right? I kills me inside~ ^-^
Bob: . . .Yet, you smile. . .
Weird Girl: COOKIES AND GIFTS FOR GOOD REVIEWS! FLAMERS WILL GET ONLY COAL! SILENT READERS WILL GET NOTHING!
Bob: ...What is this? Christmas time?
Weird Girl: ...Well, there's this thing called Christmas in July and crud... :3
Bob: ...That's...not this week...
Weird Girl: ...Oh...