It's weird, i was stumped on how to do this… again (Jeez, how many more chapters am i going to say this haha). But every time, i manage to come up with something, and i've done it once again.

Well, that and i'm probably one of the laziest people on the planet XD

But anyway, i hope you like my latest chapter, let me know if i do well :)

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Hello, Nagito Komaeda here. I know it must be hard to read words from someone like me. But if you just have one moment, i'd like to tell you about someone very special to me.

Hajime Hinata.

His name means "To face a new day", and i think that's very appropriate. It may be overly poetic of me, but i like to think a new chapter of my life began when i met him. He did change a lot for me, and it was for the better.

I was always a loner. Being a shy rich kid as a child didn't help me, but later on in life, when my mental health started going down the drain, isolation became more prominent in my lifestyle. Sad i know, but that kind of luck is always how my life went, i never got to keep anyone or anything i ever cared about.

Which is why i clung to hope so much. For i guy who had always lost everything, continuously, over and over, it only made sense i'd hold onto the one thing that never left me… right? Right?

Well, at the time i sure thought so. Even though you might not think it by looking at me, i can be quite stubborn when i'm set on something. Add that to my… uh, admiration, for hope, well… as i later learned, it wasn't exactly endearing me to the people around me.

When Hajime transferred into my school, i thought nothing of it. Just another student who would treat me like the trash i knew i was, and move on with his life, ignoring me as i believed i deserved.

But did he? Oh certainly not.

He kept hanging around me. No matter how many times i told him to stay away from me, despite numerous times telling him that being seen with me would only hurt his reputation, is that what happened? Of course not. To my surprise, he was more persistent than i had given him credit for.

He was set on making friends with me, no matter what. I had even heard whispers of others warning him away from me. But he was kind, and that scared me. In fact, he terrified me. He'd only become another precious thing that i'd lose, another to leave me, as they always did.

But, i must admit, he grew on me. I don't know what it was, his smile? His genuine kindness towards an outcast like me? I don't know, and i don't think i'll ever have the answer.

But he drew me to him. Like the sun, he was a light too bright to be ignored. Was it selfish that i wanted to have a warmth like that in my life?

Aha, i think i'm getting a bit too sentimental. You don't want to hear me just rambling all day, do you? People have told me i have a soft voice, but i always thought it was a bit too feminine for a guy. Maybe i'm exaggerating, but who knows.

Anyway, i apologise for taking so much of your time, but i assure you i'm almost done.

Over time, Hajime had gradually cracked my resistance, not that i was really trying, but at the time i thought i didn't deserve such kindness, if anything i'd get the occasional pity, but that never lasted long.

After some time, i reluctantly called him my friend. Not reluctantly because i hated him, but it was more i didn't want anything to happen to him because of me.

I had garnered enough pity looks over the years to recognise when someone was being fake or giving false politeness. But Hajime… i never got that feeling from him, not even once. Surely, surely he'd get tired of trying with someone as pathetic as me, right?

Apparently not. And well, he eventually became my first and only friend. And as i've mentioned, as someone who always lost everything he cared about, he scared me a lot.

But he was abundantly patient with me. Never pushed, never continued a topic if i was uncomfortable. He actually treated my opinions as if they meant something.

We learnt so much about each other, and it made me happy whenever he'd remember even the most insignificant thing about me. Maybe i was a bit to happy over something so small, but no-one had ever done that for me before…. not since my parents.

My parents? They're… not a topic i enjoy talking about. Not because they were horrible to me or anything, they're just… not here anymore.

And since they weren't around, no one was there at home. And since i had no other relatives, i inherited their massive fortune. So it was just me, surrounded by piles of lifeless paper in a cold empty mansion. He supported me through this too, when i told him.

And you know what? He even became my carer when it came to my mental health. Came to all my doctor appointments and everything. I told him not too, i told him it wasn't necessary… but again, he insisted until i caved. And caving isn't something i did for just anyone. Not when it came to my own selfish benefit, anyway.

He never asked for a single cent of my money. Didn't ask for anything close to a pay as my carer, or wanted no riches as someone with a rich friend. And with the way my sanity was back then, i probably would have given him absurd amounts of money if only he had asked. But no, never did i hear anything like that from him, ever.

Eventually, there came out some medical trials that could potentially help my illnesses. Truth be told, if i didn't know Hajime at the time, i wouldn't have done it. I would have just grinned on and accepted my fate as it was.

But i was selfish. I wanted to live on, to see that stupidly fitting smile every day for as long as i could.

He told me that he'd be sad if i died, and well… is it sad if that surprised me? That someone actually cared if i existed? To think that he'd be anywhere near sad, just because i didn't want to live my sad life anymore?

Hajime was always very kind to me, even if i didn't think i deserved it. He tried to convince me other wise, always told me that even i deserved love and friendship, but… it took a good while and several doses of treatment before it sunk in.

The point of this story? Well, he helped me, supported me through even the lowest points throughout my treatment and recovery. I eventually got better, and he never once left me, celebrating along with me. My health would never be quite perfect, but now i could live, have the life i never thought i could.

He became my best friend. A best friend i couldn't be prouder to have in my life.

And as i looked down at the grey stone in front of me, my eyes were streaming for the first time in years. Flowers littered around, that would eventually die without ever being seen or appreciated.

I feel the tears continue down my face. I wiped them, even doing so despite knowing more would only follow.

People always miss the sun when it sets. It's light and warmth will be missed by all the many who love and cherish it. Even if it's necessary for the moon to shine, it doesn't dull the longing, doesn't lessen the pain when it disappears.

I was dragged away from death's door, only for my sun needing to set for me to truly appreciate it's light.

Life's ironic, isn't it?

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I was going to make this a happy ending, i really was, but then a thought came to my head, and it absolutely kicked me in the feels to write this. Seriously, i could almost feel the physical pain.

So… that was my attempt to stretch outside of my comfort zone and do something sad for once. Did it work? Have i given anyone feels, or am i just being sappy?

I'm a big sap that likes my happy endings to much, so i hope i did something right with this.

Cya next chapter :)

Tairulz