He felt guilt. Undeniable guilt. Momiji was the one who was talking to Tohru when she died. He could have saved her. He could have saved everyone from this nightmare of misery.

He once told Yuki what he thought about himself now. Yuki had gotten mad, saying that Tohru wouldn't want him to think of the what ifs… and instead, she'd want them to move on.

How could he move on? How could they move on?

Tohru was everything to them. She was the sun that lit up their hearts: that taught them to live and love.

Laugh, Momiji, he could almost hear her voice telling him.

The young boy simply bowed his head and tried for a smile.

He'd be strong: for those who were suffering the most, like Kyo and Yuki. He'd be strong enough to take a step forward.

One step at a time.

His lips curled up into a smile, "Thank you, Tohru."

He'd wait. Wait, and wait... until the day when everyone's hearts would be healed.


A/N: Thank you justanotherdreamgirl for your reviews. I'm glad you like the story (because this was my first Fruits Basket one). If you want me to do a perspective on anyone, just ask! Review and tell me your thoughts.