I'm baaacckkkk! Hey guys how have you been? I know I know, another late, late update *slaps self* you all really motivate me to keep going, even if it takes awhile for me to get started, I really truly appreciate your support because this story would be nothing without you! You've waited long enough; onwards!

**Flash back**

I sighed as I watched them move around the living room and the kitchen, bickering about who I belonged or that I didn't belonged anyone. I eventually zoned them out, wondering to myself if it was always gonna be like this.

**End of Flash back**

Feelings I've Always Had

A little more than a month and a half passed and lo and behold, life had continued to run just as smoothly as before. Utau still found something to rant or argue about on a daily basis. But lucky for me I had managed to get a part time job so sometimes I succeeded in avoiding her rambles for a couple days. Unfortunately getting a job also interrupted with trying to plan days to go out or just hang around the house with Ikuto, so when we did manage to get some time together Ikuto made sure to use every second of it. On multiple occasions he had made Utau leave the house just so they could sit around watching TV without her pestering them about every little thing. And there may have even been one day where I accidentally told her to go to a certain café to get some food and made her coincidentally run into Kukai. Needless to say she was gone for a couple of hours and simply muttered something about traffic and long lines when she got back.

Of course, after settling into a nice little routine Utau decided to drop a bombshell that I had mixed feelings about.

"What do you mean you are leaving for awhile?" I asked, trying to keep the shock from showing.

"I have a special concert a couple cities away that I was suddenly asked to perform at, and since I've mainly just been recording for my new album lately, my managers said I should go for it," she explained like it was no big deal.

I pursed my lips at her. "Well how long is a while exactly?" I questioned further. As much as I would have loved to spend alone time with Ikuto, I didn't know if it was such a great idea after what happened a couple nights ago when Utau refused to leave the house. She had noticed that whenever we were together, generally we would just sit next to each other, or he would put his arm around my shoulders or kiss me quickly and decided to point it out.

It was while we were watching a movie and she came down stairs and loudly said "I swear you guys never do anything other than cuddle and sit around. It's been a couple months. Move along." I obviously had a small panic attack when she said that, but fortunately Ikuto had just shrugged it off; and that only made me worry more.

She looked up at me from her phone. "It's only a few days, why do you care so much? You can finally have your quality time with Ikuto," she said and returned to tapping at the screen. Then she laughed a little. "Maybe he will finally make another move," she taunted and I sighed at her.

"Yeah, thanks for mentioning that the other night," I mentioned sarcastically.

"What? It's not like you don't want him to, you are just too much of a delicate, easily flustered butterfly to say it yourself. You need to break out of your shell and surprise him! I bet that would be interesting," she smiled at the idea of that. As much as the thought of seeing a surprised Ikuto pleased me, I didn't think I could bring myself to be quite that forward about whatever she was thinking.

"Butterflies don't have shells," I explained since I didn't really know what else to say. She threw me an 'are you serious' look and I smiled hopefully back at her but she just exhaled.

"Just, stop being so nervous about everything that has to do with him. Trying kissing him for once, or ask to sit in his room with him or something. Honestly, even if he teases you about it that's what he loves about you," she said. It was moments like this that I sometimes felt like she was a couples counselor, well at least for me. "Plus throwing him a curveball is the best thing since you can rarely ever fluster him. You have to take the opportunity when it arises!"

I pondered that for a moment. I knew she was right, but I also knew I was never really one for jumping the ball. "Yeah, well, I guess we'll see," I thought aloud. She nodded in response and then went back to her phone. I sighed and twiddled my fork between my fingers, wondering if I could ever actually find it in me to do things like that without losing all my composition.

A few days later Utau rolled her suitcase down the stairs mid-morning dressed in a short white dress and an orange beret looking more like she was going to the beach then preparing for a concert. I was waiting by the door and she walked up to me, wearing a look that said she knew that I was going to say something.

"What?" she said, setting her suitcase down.

"How many days did you say you were going to be gone for?" I asked skeptically, trying to act subtle about it but she saw right through me.

"Three, four days. Depends how long the concert ends up being and how fast we set up and everything," she explained.

"But I mean, if the concerts only for one day, shouldn't that mean you could be back in-"

"No. I have to rehearse, too."

"I know, except-"

"Forget it. You are just going to have to spend alone time with him," she explained and picked up her suitcase again. "God forbid a couple does something like that," she muttered sarcastically as she walked out the door. I stood by the door for a couple moments and then sighed. It was going to be fine, it's not like I hadn't been alone with him before, that shouldn't even bother me in the first place. It's a good thing! We were a couple after all and frankly by 20 years old, things like this shouldn't make my heart race so much anymore. But nonetheless they still did no matter how hard I tried to shake it off. I supposed it was just imbedded into my system for life.

At 12 o'clock I left for my shift at a clothing shop a couple miles away. I was lucky that I happened to be walking by a couple weeks before when I saw them hang up a help wanted sign and I decided to check it out. Apparently one of the past employees quit unexpectedly and they were at wits end trying to find someone to replace them. So after a quick interview they hired me on the spot. It wasn't a big-time store or anything, just one of those casual shops you walked by about ten times before you actually noticed it and decided to check it out when you found yourself with a few spare minutes. When the doorbell rang with my arrival the person manning the cash register looked up.

"Hi Amu!" she said enthusiastically.

"Hey May," I sent a smile her way as I walked past and headed to the back. May was one of the other two people I worked with at the shop. She was short with shoulder length blonde hair and was probably one of the nicest people I had ever met, although her constantly energized personality could be a bit overwhelming at times.

When I walked through the curtain I spotted Hiro, my other co-worker. He might as well have been the exact opposite of May. He was a little taller than Ikuto and had dark black hair that was cut short. He was generally soft spoken and kept to himself, which meant he rarely ran the register and preferred to stay in back sorting through inventory. But after you talked to him for a few times he was just a great a person as May. I actually had a slight speculation that the two had a thing for each other.

"Good afternoon Amu," he said, his voice straining as he picked up a heavy box.

"Afternoon," I started, walking towards him. "Need a hand?"

He gripped the box a little tighter. "No I got, thanks," he replied, but just as he said that he started loosing his hold on it and I rushed to help him. He laughed lightly and peaked around one end of the box. "I said I had it," he lied, a small smile growing on his face. I laughed at him now.

"Just let me give you a hand." He sighed a little and then shifted before we started to move the box to one of the storage closets.

We, maybe a little too roughly, set it on the ground, causing dust to fly everywhere. We quickly made our way out and returned to the back. "Thanks for the help," he coughed a little as he readjusted his shirt, wiping some of the dust off.

"Not a problem, that box was way too heavy for one person," I reassured him, brushing the dust of my clothes as well. He looked to the corner of the room and I followed his gaze and saw about ten other boxes. I looked back at him and he was wearing a pleading expression. I shook my head at him. "Exactly why does such a small store have so much merchandise already stocked up anyways?" I asked as we both walked over to pick up another box.

"I've been working here for two years and I ask that question every time the managers orders something else," he explained as we lifted up the box to carry it back to the storage room.

A few hours later I switched out with May to work the cash register and she went out to lunch. Usually around this time of day it wasn't very busy, even though it was the weekend a lot of people still had to work. It wasn't usually until the early evening people came in. I was looking down and shifting through some papers when I heard the bell toll and I looked up. "Good morning, how are…" I greeted them, but my voice trailed off as I vaguely recognized the person who walked in. It was the woman who I seemed to keep running into around the town. My mood immediately went sour at the sight of her. I knew I shouldn't be judgmental, but it seemed like whenever I saw her she was glaring at me so it was kind of hard not to. I straightened up a bit. "How are you today?" I tried to act as polite as possible. I waited for a response but she didn't even bat an eyelash in my direction. I slumped over at her response. I wondered if this was something about me or if she just generally had a bitter personality. I occasionally glanced up at her as she walked around the store, looking at a few dresses, but never taking one off the rack and trying it on. She continued to do that for at least twenty minutes and I kept waiting for Hiro or May to come in a ease the tense atmosphere but I guessed Hiro was still doing something out back and May was taking a longer break than usual. I sighed internally and glance over at her again. Her attire seemed too fancy (as usual), clothed in a pure white dress that made her auburn hair pop. She was wearing platform wedges and her whole outfit made her look like she belonged on the cover of a magazine.

"I would appreciate it if you stopped staring at me," she suddenly said out of the blue. I blinked furiously and quickly turned my attention elsewhere

"Sorry," I said quietly. My face burned with embarrassment and I went back to looking through papers to keep myself from looking too antsy. I flipped through a couple of them but I was too distracted to actually look at the words on them. Out of my peripheral I could see her staring over at me but I avoided meeting her gaze again.

"Listen here Amu," she said sternly and I heard her footsteps making their way towards me. I looked up, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

"How do you know my-"

"I don't like you," she stated abruptly and stopped in front of me. I was taken aback by her forwardness and was now even more confused.

I stared at her for a moment and swallowed hard. "I'm sorry, but do I know you?" I asked skeptically, racking my brain for some other previous encounter when I might have made her mad at me but nothing came to my mind.

"No you don't, but you know Ikuto. In fact, you are dating him, which only makes me hate you more," she answered. I opened my mouth to respond but then stopped, not sure what to say to that. I couldn't figure how this suddenly became about Ikuto, or how she even knew him.

"What does Ikuto have to do with any of this? Why are you even-"

She cut me off again. "He is all of it. What, did you think this had something to do with you? I don't care who you are, I just know that you're with him, which means I have every reason to hate you." I tried to understand what she was saying, but it just seemed like she was some random jealous woman who I had all but forgotten existed up until a few minutes ago. I stared at her with my mouth hanging open because I didn't even know what to say to her anymore. She glared back at me for a few more seconds and then scoffed, turning her back on me and walking towards the door. She swung it open without even taking a glance back and stormed off. I stood there, looking at the door, absolutely dumbfounded. I had no idea what just happened. I still didn't know how she knew my name, how she knew Ikuto or why she even cared about him. I didn't even know who she was so it's not like I could ask Ikuto if he ever knew some crazy, seemingly obsessive magazine girl.

I looked away from the door, trying to make sense of the situation. "What the hell just happened?" I asked out loud hoping that maybe that would make something click, but I was at a loss. Just then I heard the bell jingle on the door and I looked over and was happy to see May walk through the door. She smiled at me but upon seeing my bewildered expression she walked over to me hesitantly.

"Are you alright?" she asked. I shook my head in response.

"Yeah, I just… weird costumer," I explained, although weird wasn't exactly the right word I was looking for. After hearing it was only that she immediately lightened up.

"Oh, we do get some odd balls every now and again," she answered, tossing her bag behind the counter.

"I'll say…" I responded, wondering if I would run into her again anytime soon.

After I got off my shift at around 8 o'clock, I headed home. I had managed to shake off what happened earlier for the most part, but it was still bugging me. I thought about asking Ikuto about her but I didn't want to seem like some over protective girlfriend asking about his exes. Had Utau been here I probably would have asked her, but she wouldn't be back for another three days, so I decided to just leave it.

When I got home the house was empty and I sighed, slightly relieved. As much as I would have loved to be around Ikuto, I felt like if I talked to him now I would end up bringing up what happened this afternoon and I wasn't so sure how to approach that. I grabbed something to eat from the kitchen and then went up to my room and collapsed on my bed, exhausted. Despite the fact that I knew that I shouldn't have been as worn out as I was from just standing around and moving boxes for a few hours, I couldn't even bring myself to get up to change out of my day clothes.

I had only meant to lie down and close my eyes for a few minutes, but the next time I opened them sunlight was already streaming through the balcony doors. I squinted at the light and quickly sat up when I realized that I had fallen asleep. I looked around my room, still slightly dazed and was relieved when my clock read that it was only a few minutes after ten. Although I was sure Ikuto had already left by now, I still had plenty of time to get ready before I had to leave. I took a shower and got dressed then headed downstairs to have breakfast. After eating and gathering my things I headed off to work.

Fortunately today went by without any problems, and by problems I meant the odd woman from before. I kept waiting for her to return so I could question her myself, but she never showed up. I should have been more relieved than I was, but I couldn't shake her out of my mind. I didn't know why I was worried so much; she was most likely just a jealous ex (or crazy stalker) that was trying to intimidate me, and frankly I was letting her do exactly that. I tried to put it out of my mind as much as I could but she just kept creeping back in.

I left work at seven and when I got home Ikuto was not. I was hoping I could at least talk to him about anything just so I could stop thinking about this stupid woman, but instead I went up to my room to try and distract myself. I looked around and got on my laptop for a few minutes, but there wasn't really anything interesting in the news to read about and I quickly grew tired of scrolling through article after article. I stood up and from my desk and drifted over to a small shelf with a couple of books on it. I looked through a couple of them until I found the one I was looking for. "The 500 Things". I had already read it about 50 times, but it was my favorite book to read whenever my mind was feeling occupied because, well, it was such and interesting and absorbing story, I always lost myself in it and could forget about whatever was troubling me.

I sighed at myself. Except that wasn't the real reason, not really anyways. Frankly the story itself was terribly cheesy and overdone but while I had been with Tadase I had read it all the time. Although I didn't read it for the story line. I read it for the characters, one character in particular. His name was Masumane and he was the love interest of the other main character, Rika. I was guilty of reading the story over and over again because Masumane reminded me so much of Ikuto. I knew it was something dumb, but I couldn't help myself. Honestly it was more than dumb, it was terribly stupid. I hated myself for missing Ikuto while I lived with Tadase, and worse was the fact that I knew I still had feelings for him when I married Tadase. It was something I had barely ever wanted to admit to myself, so I had never told anyone else before because it was such a selfish thing to do and I was afraid of the consequences that would follow. I picked it up off the shelf and looked at it and sighed loudly. I was such an idiot back then.

I walked over to my bed and lay on my stomach, propping myself up on my elbows to read and I sifted through the worn, dog eared pages. I wasn't quite sure where I had left off seeing as I hadn't had any need to read it since I moved here, so I simply started at the beginning.

I had been reading for about an hour, already captivated by it, when I heard the door open downstairs. I stopped reading, although my eyes still remain on the book, and I listened to Ikuto's footsteps walk up the stairs. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him pop around the edge of my door that I had left open. I looked up from my book.

"Yes?" I asked him. He didn't respond and casually strolled inside my room, looking about. I shifted a little. "Did I say you could come in?"

"You didn't say I couldn't," he replied, throwing me a small smirk. I was going to argue back, but that was true. He turned his attention away from me and went back to simply looking around at my room. I watched him curiously and waited for him to say something, but he just kept glancing around like he was trying to absorb all the little details."What are you doing?" I finally asked.

"Just looking." I stared at him, trying to figure out what he was actually doing.

"Are you just going to stand there, or..?" I let my sentence trail off. He turned back to me.

"If it bothers you that much," he paused and walked over to my bed and plopped down on his stomach right next to me. And I meant right next to me. "I guess I could take a seat," He smiled at me and I quickly put some space between us.

"Why are you on my bed?" I demanded, becoming more flustered by the second.

"What? It's not like I'm doing anything weird..." he paused and looked at me suspiciously. "Unlike some people I know," he said, his smirk growing wider. I knew exactly what he was talking about and I was not about to have that conversation. I knew Utau would have told him about me accidentally falling asleep in his bed, but I had still hoped she forgot to mention it to him. I didn't know what to say and even if I did I felt like nothing I could have said would stray away from the subject, so I just stared back at my book. He saw me and tilted his head. "What are you reading?" he asked curiously. I was about to answer when he suddenly grabbed it from my hands and rolled off of the bed.

"Hey!" I said, sitting up to try and level out with him, as he was now standing and leafing through the pages and then flipping to the dust cover.

"The 500 Things, a story about lost love, heart-wrenching betrayal, and romance that seems only to be found in fairy tales," he read aloud and then looked up at me. "I didn't know you read books like these," he confessed, a smile was still plastered on his face.

"Like what?" I replied defensively. I knew it wasn't something I would usually read, but I wasn't going to tell him why I really liked it.

"This book is so over the top, it's ridiculous," he explained, leafing through the pages more and searching through the passages. "She grabbed his hand like it was a life raft, holding her up against the currents of the sea. "Please... don't leave me, not again. I don't know if my heart could bear another loss. Especially if it's you." He read out loud in a mocking voice and then looked at me with raised eyebrows. I glared at him. I was entirely away of how terrible corny and overly dramatic it was, but that didn't make me like it any less.

"Well it's not like anyone asked you to read it," I leaned forward and snatched the book from his hands. "If you don't like it go find another book to read or something."

"I never said I didn't like it," he replied casually. I threw him a confused look.

"Have you read it before?" I never would have guessed he would read a book like this with such a story line. I mean, I only read it for the characters and just put up with the awful plot for them.

He shrugged his shoulders. "A while ago, but yeah."

"Then why are you criticizing me for reading it?" I raised my voice a little. I hoped that the fact that he had read it wouldn't give my reasonings for reading it away to him.

He folded his arms across his chest. "Because, the main character just seems so... unlike you." He did have a point there. The main character was a girl who was all about finding the love of her life and expressing her feelings towards him so passionately and without hesitation and that was... well, not really me.

"It's a good book, why does it matter if the character isn't like me? Since when do people read books based on themselves relative to the characters in it anyways?" I argued back maybe to carefully because he gave me a suspicious look now.

"How would you know? You're barely ¼ through it," he pointed out. I was about to answer but then caught myself. I was sure he was already growing skeptical of how I was acting, but not answering would probably only make things worse

"I've read it more than once," I told him. He tilted his head a little.

"How many times?" he pried further. I stared at him for second, contemplating if I should tell him the truth or not. He stared back and I sighed, giving in slightly.

"Let's just say sitting around the house while Tadase was at work got pretty boring sometimes," I confessed, hoping to just leave it at that.

"I see," the mention of Tadase obviously affecting the mood in the room. "Why didn't you just go buy another book?" He asked. I didn't really want to dig into this so I tried to steer away from the subject.

"Because it's a fun story to read!" I explained.

"Is it really?"

"Yes! Can't I just read a book without having to play twenty questions?" I asked, faltering a little. He thought about this for a second before he replied.

"Nope," he smiled at me and I rolled my eyes in response. My eyes dropped to the book in my hands. I was stroking the cover with my thumb. The cover picture was of a girl and a guy, back to back, the girl holding a letter in hand. Although the cover was so worn after so many reads it was hard to make out. The room had remained silent while Ikuto was still looking at me questioningly and it was becoming unbearable.

"Masumane," I started softly, not sure if I wanted to go forward with this. But nonetheless, I went on. "He... reminds me of you," I said, my voice dropping significantly. That was something I never wanted to admit to myself the whole time I was with Tadase, but it was the truth, and it honestly made me hate myself, that I could be so selfish. He eyed my skeptically, a mix of emotions on his face.

"Is that so?" I looked up at him and he raised an eyebrow at me. I could tell he was trying to keep the mood light but at the same time he was obviously curious as to what I was thinking. I broke my eyes away from his and I let out a long breath. I wasn't terribly sure what he would make of this; whether he would be angry or hurt or understanding, I was at a complete loss.

"And I guess..." I said, my breath a little shaky. I could feel his eyes on me, waiting intently for me to continue. I swallowed the lump in my throat and went on. "Unconsciously... I missed you." I winced at the words coming out of my mouth. Although now I knew that was an utter lie now. Nothing about it had been unconscious, I just missed him. "So I guess I read it so often to make it seem like you were kind of there," I admitted finally and I could feel the blush and the panic rising in me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his face grew more curious.

"Really?" his voice had a hint of surprise in it, but to my relief there wasn't any anger. I remained quiet. I didn't feel like I could face him, like I had the right to face him, for acting so selfish. Suddenly he walked back over to my bed and sat beside me, but I still didn't look at him. "If you missed me, why didn't you just come and see me?" he questioned. Instead of replying I took a deep breath as I tried to come up with something to say. I never thought about being put in this situation. Never thought that I would have to come to terms with the truth from that time ago, because I knew no matter what I said, I would hurt him and myself.

"I don't know. It felt like if I saw you again, in the kind of situation we were in... I just didn't want to hurt you," I explained. That' what I told myself anyway, that was it. I just didn't want to see Ikuto hurt by seeing me, because I knew how he had felt back then, and marrying Tadase had crushed him, but I tried to ignore it. In that, I tried to ignore the pain I had felt then, too. I didn't understand so I tried to pretend I didn't feel anything by it. But the truth was I couldn't bring myself to see him because I didn't want to hurt either. It was something I tried to ignore for so long but it was the god honest truth and I couldn't keep hiding it from him. I closed my eyes. "Or myself."

The room was silent for a few painfully long moments and I felt Ikuto shift a bit next to me.

"How would seeing me hurt you?" He asked, sounding genuinely confused but also as though he was trying to put the pieces together. I knew there was no turning back now. If I was going to come out with the truth, I had to go all the way. I felt my heart racing faster in my chest.

"Because, I... It was at a point in time where I was really confused about everything and my feelings but I tried to tell myself it was nothing even though I knew it was so much more than that. And there was something constantly troubling and nagging me at the back of my mind and-" I stopped abruptly when I realized I was talking faster than I could put my thoughts together. And I was scared about telling him the last part. He waited for me to go on. I kept my eyes on the floor and clenched my fists together, drawing in a breath. "And, I suppose, I had been trying to push away feelings that I had always had..." I finished, my voice hardly above a whisper. Saying it aloud only made me feel ten times worse. I could feel my eyes starting to sting. I just told him I married Tadase even though I had had feelings for him, feelings that I knew were there but I ignored them because I was selfish and foolish and scared and I don't even know of what.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" he guessed and I knew un-spilled tears.

"I'm so sorry Ikuto," I said glancing to the side for a moment trying to recompose myself. "But they way I feel about you now, I don't know, I don't think it's new. I think that all this time I had just been trying to tell myself otherwise so that I didn't have to complicate things because I'm selfish and I was afraid of messing everything up but now I know it was a horrible, childish, mistake and no matter how many times I tell you I won't be able to apologize enough for it," I went on without taking a breath. He stared at me with astonished eyes and I looked away again. I waited for him to be angry and lash out because I deserved that and more. I waited for him to just walk out of my room without saying a word because he was so angry. I waited for something to happen but he simply sat there without saying anything, and I assumed that meant he was too furious to even move. So obviously I was taken aback when I felt his hands on either side of my face and he forced me to look at him. I was even more shocked to find his face wasn't the least bit angry, but rather warm and understanding.

"I don't care what happened in the past Amu, it can't be changed now. Even if it could, I wouldn't change what happened and miss out on what we have now. Having to lose you and wait for you only made finally being with you so much better" he explained to me and I shook my head in protest.

"But if I had understood earlier we could have been like this sooner and you wouldn't have had to wait for me-"

He cut me off. " And I don't care how long I had to wait for you, what matters to me is that you are here now, and I would never want to change this," he continued to reassure me. I kept staring at him with apologetic eyes because it didn't feel right for me to get away with something like that. He stroked the side of my face with his thumb like he was trying to soften my expression. "I love you Amu. No matter what you did then, or now, or in the future. That will never change." If this had been a less emotional situation I was sure I would be flustered like mad but I was too astonished by everything that had just came out. Knowing that someone like Ikuto could care about me so much was so overwhelming I didn't even know how to react. If I could have found my voice I probably would have told him I loved him back, but my throat was too choked up to speak. All I could do was give him a small smile that hopefully said enough. I was pretty sure it did, because he returned it with his own cheeky grin and then closed off the small space between us, pressing his mouth gently against mine.

Not two seconds later a loud phone ringer went off. He groaned and tossed his head back in aggravation and then sighed loudly as a pulled a phone out of his back pocket. He glanced at the caller ID and let out another exasperated breath. "I am really gonna kill her for this one," he muttered and looked over at me. I pursed my lips, knowing that it was definitely Utau who was calling and seemingly the worst possible moment. He sighed again and stood up and answered the call. "What?" he demanded. From the other line I heard Utau's say something about being grouchy, but couldn't make out the rest. He listened for a second and rolled his eyes. "Yeah sure, I have plenty of time to talk," the irritation in his voice was painfully obvious. Utau said something else which he replied to with a snarky "No, when do you ever interrupt anything important?" Utau yelled something from the other line and Ikuto pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Ah yes a long story, I would love to hear all about it," he lied and put his finger to the speaker of the phone and looked at me. "'Good night Amu," he said and I responded with a simple "'Night," back. Utau shouted something again from the other end and he brought the phone back to his ear. "Alright, alright calm down and give me a second," and he made his way towards the door, but just as he was leaving he returned his attention to me one last time. He looked at me for a moment without saying anything. Then a sincere smile grew on his face. "And thank you," he said and then he was out of the door before I could even come up with a response.

His arguing with Utau became indistinct muttering once he entered his room and after a while I stopped listening. I couldn't even believe all of that just happened. I never would have expected for it to play out that way. A smile soon played across my own lips and I fell back onto my bed. It felt like a huge weight that I wasn't even really aware that I was carrying was now off my shoulders and it was an amazing feeling. I hadn't felt this happy and relieved in a long time and it felt like nothing could possibly bring me down now.

But I was gonna kill Utau when she got back.

Oops I accidentally added more characters that is probably a really bad thing… I will try not to delve into them too much! Sigh I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, but I have had it finished for about a week and can't figure out what I don't like so I figured I will just publish it now and if I realize what's wrong, I'll go back and fix it J

And just by the way, the book is just something I made up (hence why it literally sounds so cheesy omg!) Sorry if there are some errors in here that I didn't catch, I wrote it very late at night aka early in the morning and might have missed some things when I was going over it. Anyways I hope you enjoyed the chapter and I do I have an essay due in a few days so I probably won't be able to start it until the weekend but I'll work on it asap c:And thanks for not giving up on me guys, it means so much at motivate me to keep on going with this story!