Heartache
Her name was Yumi.
The first thought was an ungrateful accusation. Did he like me because he could remember my name so easily? No, that wasn't like him. That was just my hurt talking.
The hurt came from realizing I could never fill those shoes, and my very name would be a reminder to him of things I could never be. How could he say my name when it was the name of his dead, perfect wife?
"Syaonara, Ueda-san." Distant, formal.
"Yumi-chan! Why?"
I run before he can see my tears.
Will I ever see another personcom and not cry?
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Author's Note: Yes, this story is *supposed* to be that short. This is one of my submissions to the MT challenge on the CLAMP fanfic mailing list, and also my first Chobits fanfic. I'll be revisiting this fandom with something more substantial soon, so please, just take this as it is. Thank you for reading, and I'd appreciate a review!