"Tell me the story of how the sun loved the moon so much she died everyday to let the moon live."
At times, she dreamt.
That it all could be as she wanted it, that there wasn't anyone else, that she could just-
It always seemed so real.
It always seemed so real when she cupped her face, looked into those cerulean eyes, whispered those words.
"I love you."
And she heard them back, sometimes.
Those times, she'd know that it wasn't real; Wake up to a empty bed and room.
Such powerful words, so quick to lose all of that power.
Two hands to clap.
But then, she couldn't provide both hands, could she? Not up here.
Not up here where she needs Luka, where Luka doesn't ever see her as anything, where she doesn't ever love-
Phone buzz.
"Hello?"
"Miku, it's Luka. I have something to tell you, something important."
It can't be.
"Y-yeah? What is it?"
"I... I think I..."
"Yes?"
"I... This is huge, I don't know myself, I don't-"
"What is it?" She can't keep the urgency out of her tone.
"I think I love..."
"Oh?"
"I think I love-"
Breathe.
"-Gumi."
Oh.
And her world shatters.
"T-that's..."
"Please, Miku, I need help; How do I know whether this is... Well..."
"You want to know whether it's love?"
"Well... Yeah."
"I'm sorry, I don't know."
"Oh. I... I'll go ask Rin or Meiko then. Ah- don't tell anyone, got that?"
"Yeah. I won't."
"Thanks Miku, you're a good friend."
Click.
She wants to crush this thing in her hand.
She had known.
Love was when you unconditionally, irrevocably, irreparably give yourself, stake yourself on someone.
She had known.
But how was she to tell Luka how it felt when a heart reaches into the fire and comes back not reborn but burnt?
Luka didn't want to know.
It was Gumi she wanted.
For a moment she considered calling, dialing those simple digits and simply yelling the truth.
But then... Luka wouldn't be happy.
She would not.
She would look on.
She would die as Luka found her happiness.
Was that not love?