Second-last chapter my friends! Only one more after this! This is a pretty short chapter compared to the length I usually post, but since it's a really important chapter I figured I would play for quality not quantity.

Granted however…this is the cheesy "OMG Goodbye" chapter, but I tried to tone down the clichés as much as I could, but unfortunately a few escaped in here. *Sob* No more Cabaji after this chappie! He's gone! *more sobs*

I own nothing.

P.S. When I wrote the first draft of this chapter, (a good year or so ago.) I cried. You can see the blotches all over my notebook pages, it's quite amusing actually.

"That was…amazing! Just, absolutely amazing! Incredible! I mean, I know we saw performances on your computer-thing, but seeing them live! It's a completely different experience! I bet I couldn't do half of the things they did in that performance!"

"Oh, I bet you could."

"Seriously, the choreography techniques were so complex! They must have to practice for months just to get one sequence down! And the trapeze artists…."

Cabaji had talked nonstop the minute we were out of the theatre. I had never seen him so elated. All the way to the train station and all the way he relived the entire performance of Quidam, while I could only try to take in as much of him, his voice, his presence, his being, as I could, and soak of every last second I had with him.

"You know fangirl-chan," said Cabaji quietly. "If I could stay, I'd teach you to be and acrobat, and then the both of us would go and join Cirque du Soleil. Wouldn't that great?"

It sounded absolutely wonderful. Just the two of us, the stars of Cirque du Soleil. But I knew it could never happen, so I just nodded, because I was afraid if I tried to say anything I would start crying.

After tonight, my life, as his, would go back to normal.

The train let us off and we slowly walked back to my house. It was close to midnight, as I unlocked the gate to my backyard. The stars were bright and the grass was dewy against my toes poking out of my sandals.

"How lovely." I murmured, looking up at the nightscape.

"Just like you." said Cabaji suddenly.

I turned, and before I could even react he had thrown his arms around me and lifted me off my feet and tossed me into the air. I cried out in surprise, but he deftly caught me and spun me around until I was dizzy and laughing.

"Let's dance." he said, setting me back on my feet, though I barely had time to move before he grabbed my hands and swung me around.

It was too perfect, all too blissfully magic and wonderful.

And it was ending.

I started crying. I didn't want to, but suddenly I couldn't help myself.

"Oh dammit, fangirl-chan. Don't cry." said Cabaji, sounding highly annoyed, as I continued sobbing hysterically. "I'm no good with stuff like this."

He stopped swinging me around and pulled me into a hug. I was shocked…he'd never hugged me before.

"I'm s-sorry." I wailed.

"Fangirl-chan, you know it pisses me off when you apologize for everything!"

"I'm s-….never mind."

I hiccupped loudly through my tears. I could feel all the mascara I had put on for the occasion running down my face.

Cabaji chuckled.

"I'm the one who's sorry." he said. "Sorry it has to be like this. Sorry that I have to go."

"I won't forget you." I said, knowing how ridiculously clichéd I sounded. "I'll always…always remember you."

"I don't want you to dwell on this." said Cabaji, patting me on the head, if a bit awkwardly. I don't want it to let it deter you from anything. Promise me that you won't, okay? Because you are such a unique and beautiful person, if not a little weird."

In spite of myself I managed a watery laugh.

"And you're going to grow up and fall in love all over again with someone who's just and unique and wonderful, and probably a little weird too, and loves you for it. Someone who will love you for who you are, and always be there for you, which is something I very much wish I could do."

"You do?"

"Of course I do, fangirl-chan." said Cabaji. "You think I'm just going to forget about how awesome you were to me? You think I don't care about you? I care about you so much. You're going to go on and live wonderful life while I remain preserved in my sheltered little world that can't meet your reality. I want you to know though, that not a day will go by when I won't think of how much fun we had, how much fun you were, how much, I loved being with you, how you stuck to me, no matter how much of an idiot I was most of the time."

I clung to him, as if doing so could keep him here; preserve him, if only for a minute longer.

He lifted my chin up to look him.

"I've never had a fangirl before." he said, with a smile. "But I have the best fangirl in the whole world, be it my world, or yours."

"Cabaji…" murmured.

Slowly, he tilted my head up, and pressed his lips into mine. His hands were clasped in my own, but they were fading, less solid, less real. I stared up at him, and I knew it was time. It was over.

He looped his scarf around my neck, and broke away form me.

"Grace." he whispered. "I love you."

And he was gone.