I'm sorry for taking so long to update. I've been occupied with my other story. I am SO close to finishing it, it's scary. Anyway, here's chapter three—

Mamimi and I parted at the bridge, just like we always used to do. She left me with tears on my jacket, but the trace of a smile on her face. As I watched her walk away, I heard her say something—

"Thank you, Takkun…" It was like I had been hit by a bullet train. Her words spoke to me stronger than anything else in the world. Well, almost anything…

When I walked into my house, there seemed to be a commotion. And of course, Canti was stuck confused in the middle of it all. Apparently Dad and Grandpa were fighting over a o mag. They took a quiz in it, I think. They were arguing about who was more sexually attractive. This was grossing me out, so I hurried upstairs.

Most of my junk was in boxes now—ready and waiting to be moved out. But there was one thing I refused to pack until I had to leave—Haruko's guitar. There it stands. Shining dimly in the corner of my room. Every time I see it staring at me, I keep remembering that final kiss we shared. It haunts my every waking moment. My every dream—mainly of her. Her guitar, her bike…her kiss.

"You're the one I saw first, Takkun."

It all echoes in a silence that I cannot explain. I have to keep reminding myself that it was in the past. I have things to look forward too now. Like graduation. And schoolwork…come to think of it, I would much rather be thinking on Haruko.

That night as I laid in bed and stared at the bunk above me, I could not stop thinking about…Mamimi, surprisingly. The last couple of moments I had spent with her today kept coming back to me. As a kid, I believed she didn't have one tender emotion in her body. But, I believe I saw all of them today at the elementary school. She has really changed within the past five years.

After an hour of tossing and turning, I was finally able to quiet my mind and fall into a deep sleep. I remember having a strange dream about Mamimi and Haruko. I was standing between them looking back and forth at their faces. I took a step back and Mamimi reached her hand out to me. I looked back at Haruko as if trying to make an impossible decision. She smiled sadly and slowly looked down as her translucent figure began to disappear. I hesitated a moment, trying to think of something to say, I suppose. But, then I looked back at Mamimi, her hand still gestured to me. I looked into her eyes and took her hand as Haruko disappeared completely whispering the words—"Never forget…"

I smiled at Mamimi and once I had her hand, I pulled her into a passionate kiss. It was then that I awoke. What does it all mean? I glanced at the bass guitar. Am I really supposed to leave her behind and continue on in Mamimi's arms? What is to become of my memories? What is to become of me?

End…Chapter Three: THIS IS MY BRAN-NEW LOVESONG!

Well, I hope you like it! Sorry, again. I'll try to update a little faster. T.T