Yue stared at the starless sky, sitting on the roof of her house, made possible by her balcony; it was her favourite place to go when she was... feeling down. When she returned from Fon's house, there was a letter with her name on it in the mailbox, an unusual occurrence as she never got mail.

She tensed up as she read over the return address, the handwriting, and those that sent it. Her parents, her mother more specifically. She gripped the parchment tightly, reading through it with teary eyes, her hands shook but she didn't tear her eyes away. She had no more time. She read through it again, again, and again... The words never changed, she was to join them. A job opportunity was all it took for them to buy a house and settle in, waiting for the time when their child was at her happiest only to drag her down with them.

It was a farm too, apparently, they'd bought a farm to make her feel more at home.

This farm, the roof in which she sat, this was no longer her home.

It was in his arms, in the warmth of his house.

But she didn't know what to do.

She stared at the empty abyss that was the dark sky above her, thin clouds often drifted past her dull and unfocused eyes. It was soon morning and the sun peered out from the horizon mocking her. Skidding down the roof and entering her room, she grabbed a pen and paper and scribbled down what may be her last words to him. Details of her sudden disappearance, where she was going, and how much she treasured, how much she truly loved him. She may still be immature at 18, almost 19, but she trusts her heart and knows she'll never feel the same again; unless it's Fon.

She placed it in the plant pot by the door.

Her eyes burned, the tears she'd shed had dried up and she now had puffy eyelids and a sore red tint in her eye. She lethargically packed up a few necessities and dragged the suitcase outside, leaving it by the entrance before going off to bid farewell to the animals sheltered here.

Time whizzed by, she'd been picked up by her mother, who left the questions for later, deciding to instead rave on about what was happening, what the house was like. She next found herself airborne, the sensation brought her out of her trance like state, and she found herself weeping again, the realisation hitting her.

She was seriously leaving.

She should have taken the time to remember his face in detail, down to even the slightest freckle, his body, and how it fit around hers, the scent of him and the way he moves, his voice and words.

She cried and cried, unaware of her surroundings, she was almost unconscious, her mind had shut off reality from her. While her mother was fretting over her, she couldn't hear a word spoken.

Was this... what heartbreak was? Why is such a thing so painful? She thought love was happy?

She fell asleep after her breakdown, yet her eyes still allowed tears to fall.

A black, dreamless sleep.

Like what was promised, she arrived on a farm, not too far from a large town, but she was surprised to see a different man greeting her, someone other than her father.

...She was speechless, but before she got to ask who he was, he was introduced as her new father. Somewhere along the line, her parents had divorced and her mother gained custody of her, then, now she's remarried, she wanted her child to live with her. Yue wanted to cry again.

Her name, no longer was it Akamatsu.

Xu Yue. -Taking her 'new father's' name.

All records had been changed or remade, she was a totally different person now.

She was enrolled in school and graduated quickly, she didn't get to graduate and run into warm arms, no, she just got a celebration party and presents. Their hugs weren't warm enough for her.

No friends, no idea about the lifestyle in this country, she was clueless about everything. But she persevered.

Fon was a tad confused when Yue didn't show up one day, but passed it off as a cold, another day passed and it wasn't all that unusual, but on the third and fourth days he grew restless.

He visited her school, after classes had ended, and one of her friends quickly approached him, asking the very same question he wanted to ask.

"Have you seen Yue?"

He hadn't. Her friends hadn't heard from her either.

He rushed to her house, seeing some new people transporting the animals Yue talked so proudly about, out of the farm and into trucks. He walked by them, nodding when they waved at him, he checked the front door for any note, his eyes laying their sights on a neatly folded piece of notebook paper. Confused, he unfolded it. It was unlike her to be informal, using a ripped piece from her school books instead of proper letter paper.

Dark blotches slightly smudged the ink, darkening the paper, he knew exactly what they were even before reading. When he finished, his heart dropped, a horribly painful feeling rose in his chest, it was excruciating. He had no idea where she was, if he'd ever see her again. Her smile, her tears, her peaceful face and the mumbling in her sleep... It seems, one truly does realise the worth and importance of something only after losing it.

He missed her so much, it hurt to even imagine her face. That feeling was unbearable, feeling pain when he only wants to remember the woman he loves' face.

There was only one place he could go, one place he imagined would have the ability to find her.

Before they knew it, five long years had passed.

Yue had given up on even attempting to find him, after visiting Japan every chance she got, returning to his home only to find it empty and devoid of anyone. She reserved herself and focused on work, that glass blowing profession she wanted to do, creating sculptures and selling them in town. She had her own shop and lived just above it. It was a plain and boring life, doing the same thing, repeating the same routine everyday.

But she never stopped loving that one man, whose face never faded from her memory, albeit blurry. She denied any men that approached her, beat up any stalkers that stalked her, had friendly relationships here and there. She was known throughout the town, a girl left behind, stuck in the past. Someone that was pitied.

Although she appreciated the sentiment, she was 23 now, she could take care of herself.

She didn't need a man in her life. The only one she'd accept ever, would've been Fon. But she's lost him forever, she didn't know where he was.

She asked around about him, even going to visit his old house in China, it was pretty far from where she lived, but... She'd do anything to see him again.

He wasn't there.

She never got her graduation gift from him, she never gave hers either. She was making him wait, and he was making her wait also.

By the end of the third year, she grew quiet and reserved, only talking to customers and barely even her mother. It just all went wrong for her.

A black haired man picked up one of her sculptures, bringing her out of the little reminiscing session she'd unconsciously entered. It was a purple and white hedgehog, one that she must admit went very well.

When he looked up at her she froze for a second, her heart suddenly leaping in her chest at the somewhat familiar face. It wasn't the same though.

He saw her eyes widen and become a little glossed over, he saw her reaction at his -he thought it was normal- face. He stared at heer for a while before asking, "What's your name?" In a deep and authoritative tone.

"Yue... Fujio- It's Xu, Xu Yue." She mumbled back, still staring at the man, trying desperately to not cry. His eyebrow quirked a little before he smirked slightly, he chucked over a few coins before walking off, carelessly tossing and catching the fragile glass as he went.

She watched his back grow smaller and fell to the floor as it disappeared, her legs shaking and feeling like jelly. It wasn't him, but he looked so similar.

A man with long black hair sat in a cafe, sipping some tea with a meat bun in front of him, the phone in front of him rung loudly. He put his tea down and picked up the phone, a familiar voice speaking on the other end before he could even say hello.

"We've found her."