And now, for what is probably my most pre-planned chapter. You finally get to know what the letter says. It is in bold. And do not skip ahead or you won't feel the emotion I've been working so hard to create the mood for.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer-Great news! I just called the people who made Gosick and they said that I can't own it!


Her eyes fluttered open, only to see him.


Victorique crawled backwards, deeper and deeper into the cage; trying to get as far away as possible from Kujo.

She shook her head in disbelief. "Don't…don't come near me." She whispered, afraid of his very existence.

Kujo was confused. He had been trying so hard to rescue her from yet another prison. And this was his reward?

"Victorique. What's wrong?" he asked, leaning closer and closer to the iron bars.

"Go…away. Please." She pleaded.

"Why?"

A few feet away from this scene, a certain murderous father smirked. Everything was going accordingly.

Victorique closed her eyes, believing that if she did so, Kujo would go away. However, when she opened her eyes again, he was still there.

"Why would you want me to go away if you came here?" he asked.

"I didn't come here to be…to be…reminded…"

Ne. This Victorique. What exactly does she mean to you?

Kujo looked into Victorique's eyes, hoping to find two answers.

And, although he didn't find it, he saw something else.

He saw that her eyes were fields of darkening emeralds. Chartreuse speckles of depression was gathering deep within her irises. Charcoal frustration lingered in her pupils. But most of all, loss could be felt just from her presence.

Victorique gripped her head, trying to silence her mind. It was, however, to no avail because suddenly, all her pent-up emotions burst through.

…To whom it may concern …

All their memories together ran through her mind. Every single one. Ranging from the very first time they met to the last second they were together.

If only she had cherished those moments more. If only. If only.

But now…

We regret to inform you that…

From all those dangerous, life-threatening times they spent together to all the times they held hands for comfort reasons. They were no more. Never possible again.

Because…

Kujo…

Every time she tripped, he was there to pick her up-emotionally, physically, or both.

Kazuya…

No matter how many times she insulted him, he would always look at the bright side and somehow always crawl his way back into her heart.

And the few times she complimented him, he would always give off a heartwarming smile that could both break her heart and mend it back together again.

Yet, now he…

Has…

Because they were friends. That was always their reason.

So why? Why was it that she finally realized when he was gone? Forever.

Why was it only that she realized it when he…when he…

All their memories flowed past her. Victorique wanted to scream-and so she did.

"You're not here! You're a hallucination! A mirage! Even if you were here, you would be a ghost!"

"What? I…don't understand." He said.

"Stop mocking me! Just…just go away!"

"Wh-What?"

"The only person I ever truly loved…" she inaudibly murmured "is dead."

Passed Away…


It felt a bit rushed starting at the letter. Did you like it? Did you cry like I did when I first got this idea in my mind?

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