Author's Note: I'm sorry this chapter's REALLY short but still, I hope you appreciate it.
Chapter Seven:
After going to Natsume's wake. She went out to sit, alone, under her favorite Sakura Tree. She sat down. Her shocked face slowly turning to a sad one. She started to cry because she really thought it was just a dream.
She sat there looking at nowhere as flashbacks of Natsume and Mikan started to fill Mikan's mind.
Mikan's POV
The lights went out. Natsume and I were stuck in a room inside a haunted house. Ruka was nowhere to be found. I was scared, what was I supposed to do? I was only with Natsume since I'm his slave, I followed him wherever he went, and he decided to go here. He knew I was scared but he didn't care. That's when I knew he saved me from that falling statue. I tried to make him laugh, but he didn't. I tried to get close to him but he didn't want me to. I tried to understand him, I told him he cared about Ruka, he only said "Don't act like you know me!".
I smiled. All this time, I thought he hated me.
It was the night of the last dance. I went into the forest because I went out to find him. I saw him sitting down on the ground. That's the first time he called me by my real name. I didn't know that I like him, back then. But Hotaru did. But she didn't tell me, that idiot.
I looked up as tears continued to run down my cheeks. I miss him already.
I remember the time when I thought Hotaru was leaving, Natsume knew I wasn't fine. He went up to me, just to ask me what my problem is. But I hesitated, realizing it was Natsume. but he eventually convinced me saying he actually tunes un and listens sometimes. He helped me but after that, he said it was tiring listening to an idiot.
I laughed inside. He's so cute.
I could've ran. Why didn't I run? I just stood there while Natsume shouted for me to run, but I didn't, and now, my Natsume is dead. I can't believe it. I sighed. I want to be with him. I cried even harder. No, I can't be with him. I'm sad, I'm depressed. I wasn't ready for this. Natsume was supposed to kill me, but it ended up, his death. I thought he could be saved, but he wasn't. I thought it was just a dream that seemed so real, but it wasn't. I want to scream.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
and so I did. I slapped myself for being in this situation. It's all my fault. I slapped myself again.
"Hn.."
Sat up, with sweat, panting continuously. Saw the bedroom, no one else was there. Alone.
I'm alive.