A/n: My epilogue-y thingy for this story. It takes place at Haru and Rins wedding, only months after the second chapter

Forget Me Not, If Memory Serves

Kisa looked at the white dress she was wearing. It was very pretty indded. With all its beading. Then she looked at Rin, who was beautiful in her white wedding dress. Today was Rins marriage to Haru. And Kisa was a bridesmaid.

Being a bridesmaid was an honour for Kisa, and there were only two. Herself and Tohru. So Kisa was pleased, more so than she'd been in years, when she was accompanied by none other than her cousin Momiji and Hiro. Her two favourite people, besides Tohru and Haru, were walking her (literally) down the aisle, but not for her won wedding.

Find something,

Lose something.

Feel something,

Forget something.

After the wedding Kisa went to talk to Haru.

"Haru, do you think I look pretty in this dress?" Kisa asked. After all, all the girls at her school called her fat.

"Yes, you look lovely Kisa, and so grown up too!" Haru smiled and looked at his little sisters figure. He never referred to her as cousin to anyone. She was his sister to anyone who knew. Rin was dancing with Kyo, so Haru could talk to Kisa for a whle more, before being dragged by his new wife up to dance again. Haru than remembered something.

"But you have changed, Kisa. Very much so. You seemed to have forgotten things, and left memories behind to get on with your life. A very gorwn up decision on your part." Haru smiled again at Kisa reaction.

Kisa had been told this by many, but Haru had told her very often. In fact, she had been told so many times it was getting to be annoying.

Kisa pouted. "Stop saying that!" she yelled as she stormed away. Haru sighed.

"And yet, of all the things you have gained, you lost your will to live and your peaceful disposition." Haru sat and watched the birds, hoping one day things would make sense again. Sadly not, ever again, never...

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Kisa looked in the room where the bride-to-be, four hours ago, was getting ready. The room was laced with white and bits of pink.

It was utterly sickening, but beautiful in its own right.

Kisa's golden eyes opened (for this occasion she had taken out the contacts), she stared at the corner of the room.

There was a tiny red ribbon hanging from a string. The window was open and it was blowing a cool breaze.

Kisa grabbed it, it was gorgeous.

A hand travelled around Kisa's neck, and something kissed her neck.

"Hiro, you set this up!" Kisa whined. Hiro gladly took the ribbon from Kisa and tied it in her hair.

"Much prettier. White and red go together!" Hiro smiled and lead Kisa lovingly to the dance floor.

A/n: Short and sweet. I had to stop half way through this, but it worked, slightly. Any changes needed, don't hesitate to ask!

TSA