A/N: As I said, Regret will end the way my story has ended, and this is the ending Fate has decided on me giving you. I wish with all my heart it were not so, I wish with all my heart that she would not do this to me, but she has and this is my reality.

I hope this will be a satisfactory read; enjoyable is surely not the word for this ending. I wanted to get this up yesterday, but I was busy getting my hair cut short. Please read this as if you are Miku.

Haruka

Tears are streaming down your cheeks as you flee, you want more than anything to have her chase after you, wrap her arms around you and just kiss the living daylights out of you. If she does do that, you will abandon all your stupid ideas and cry in her arms, you will finally break down and be hers… but it does not happen, life is not that kind. She will not give chase, and you will carry out the stupid plan you formed in your mind. You will never be able to feel her warm arms around you ever again…

"Miku, I'm sorry!" you can hear her wail, and you want to tell her, "It's too late to say sorry, Luka, the damage is already done." "Please, let me help you!" she sounds so desperate, and you want to turn around so you can go back and tell her, "It's too late for that. My emotional state was a glass figure that was unstable and fragile, and you helped me hold it up for a while. However, you left when I needed you most and it shattered into a million pieces, and even if you return now all you can do is scatter the pieces around and make them harder to find." It sounds cruel, but it is the truth. However, you refuse to turn back, you cannot.

Running blindly, you want more than anything to end your life, to stop the pain that sears in your chest for good, to cease those wretched tears that are still rolling down your cheeks. It is enough, you have had enough. No more games, no more lies, no more delusions of a better life elsewhere, elsewhere. It is clear now; there is no place for Hatsune Miku in this world. No place at all for you, and definitely none for you and her. This love between the two of you is clearly not fated to be, a tragic ending is all that awaits you in this life.

Let it all end, let it all come crashing down! The play is coming to an end and oh, the curtain is about to fall! Let them enjoy a dramatic, tragic ending! Blood splattered all over the walls and floors, Luka's beautiful name soaking into the walls… such a grand finale! A brilliant end to a tortured and painful life, you shall go out with a bang! Proclaim your fervent love to the world with every drop of blood in your veins! Make your mark with your gory, bloody death as the lesbian girl who loved Megurine Luka oh so passionately!

You are shaking so hard you can barely walk straight, people are looking at you strangely as if they know you are playing truant right now. Who cares if you leave school early today? It will be your last day as a living being, what can they do to you? Give you detention or demerit points at your grave? Trembling all over, you feel terrible, but you can also feel the chains around you growing looser. That which binds you to this world is gone now, no hope and no strength remains for yet another round of life. Your lifeblood will create a final masterpiece before you leave this world, and artistic creation full of emotion. You will soon be free.

You are crying harder than you have ever cried before. It hurts, you are shaking down to the depths of your soul, your bitterness is spilling forth in an angry black tide that swallows everything. Your mind is whirling with all the darkness you have struggled to contain within you, you knew this time would come. Forcing away so many strong, negative emotions inside a limited space, you knew the pressure would build, and you knew that when it finally erupted the consequences would be disastrous. Still, you forced your feelings in that little glass bottle, knowing that it would soon shatter, ignoring the telltale cracks on its clear surface. You knew the difference between overflow and shatter, you knew that once that bottle shattered you would be permanent, irreversible, and you could never hope to be the same Hatsune Miku if you lived. You knew, but nothing could prepare you for the actual agony, the spilling of all your negative emotions at once, hundreds of typhoons and tsunamis you trapped in the bottom of your heart ravaging your body all at once.

You cannot stop now; you are back in your empty house with your back against the bathroom door, razor blade in hand. You are trembling so violently that it is difficult to get clean cuts, but you manage it somehow. Your blood, a brilliant scarlet, runs into the sink immediately in strong and fast waves from the deep vertical gashes in your wrists. You quickly direct the blood into a plastic bowl you hid in the bathroom for this purpose, watching your blood fill the bowl with fascination. The liquid level rises steadily; you are starting to feel lightheaded.

When the bowl is nearly full, you nudge a stool with your foot to the base of the wall, climb up and start writing as high as you can reach, "Luka Luka Luka Luka Luka" with your own blood. Again and again, you splatter the walls with her name in your blood, concentrating on the task at hand and trying to ignore the light buzzing at the edges of your skull. The blood loss is alarming, you might not be able to stay conscious for much longer. When that realization dawned in your increasingly foggy mind, you begin to work faster, determined to finish your masterpiece.

You move to the next wall now; the blood runs down the previous wall to gather on the floor, but the letters remain clear. As you splatter her name across the cold marble, you murmur it under your breath as well, fervently, desperately, painfully, lovingly. Luka… the girl you love more than anything in the world, the girl who completely destroyed you. You move to the floor now, having coated the walls and door with her beautiful name. You will only rest when the whole bathroom is filled with her name, and your uniform as well. Your masterpiece is nearly completed now; it will not take much longer.

The cloth soaks up the blood well, but it makes the letters spread and become bigger than intended. You are careful, not wanting them to blend together into an unidentifiable red blotch, and you manage to fill your shirt and skirt with Megurine Luka's beautiful, musical name.

"I love you, Luka…"

With your masterpiece completed, satisfied at last, you give in to the dizziness in your head and slump to the only empty spot on the floor, resting your head against the side of the marble sink.

"I love you, Luka…" You murmur tenderly once more, feeling that bubbly warmth further sway your buzzing mind into a numb haze. "I love you so much…"

Your eyelids feel weighted, and your wrists hurt a little. The pain is unable to penetrate the sleepy fog around your mind, however, and it is not long before you drift off into eternal sleep.

[From here onward, read as if you are Luka]

There is a terrible, twisting feeling in your gut as you sprint out of school after the bell rang. Dashing toward Miku's house, you pray desperately that nothing has happened to her and that she has not done anything to hurt herself. However, something tells you it is not so, that nothing will ever be alright again.

When you enter the Hatsune household, Miku left the front door unlocked, you check every room and corner for signs of the girl you love, hoping that you are not too late. The house seems empty, the rooms in otherworldly states of perfection, neat and clean, completely clutter-free. It makes the entire house seem plastic, unreal, lacking soul; it is simply a house to the Hatsune family, not a home.

You enter the master bedroom last, not bothered to even kick off your school shoes. Something is welling up inside you, the dread and warning within you screams loudly that you should back off, call the police, whatever, as long as you do not venture any further. Like any typical teenager, you ignore your better judgment and carefully tread over the polished oak flooring to the bathroom door.

The moment your hand rests on the doorknob, something inside you begins to scream and tremble, desperately urging you to get the Hell outta there. You ignore it, a cold sweat breaking out over your forehead and your heart thundering uncontrollably in your throat, take a deep but shaky breath and push open the door.

The sight which greeted you is something you can never forget. All over the bathroom walls, the sliding shower door, the marble floor and sink is a single word, "Luka", written in a brilliant scarlet liquid that is most definitely blood. Some of it has run down the walls and doors to pool at the bottom, running along the side of the wall. It resembles the picture Miku drew in art class exactly, except for…

You see it now. Slumped in the corner, messy turquoise hair settled about her shoulders and framing her angelic face is Miku, paler than you have ever seen her before. Her uniform is stained with "Luka" in a reddish-brown resembling the color of drying blood, and on her beautiful arms are deep, vertical gashes that run from her wrists to her elbows. This exactly matches her artwork now…

Trembling like a leaf, you stumble away from the bloody scene, collapsing to your knees. Your eyes are wide with disbelief and your pupils have shrunk with shock and fear, tears roll down your cheeks and splash onto the backs of your shaking hands. You manage to pull out the phone and call an ambulance; you cannot believe that the shaky voice that wavers and pleads to the receptionist is your own. When you have given all the details, you kneel there and sob, numb down to the core.

The police arrive first and take a few photographs, they ask you a few questions and you tell them everything you can manage to say without crying, informing them about the artwork she did in class barely hours before. They thank you and try to comfort you until the paramedics arrive, flanked by a doctor and many nurses. There in that bloody bathroom stained with your name, the doctor pronounced Miku dead. She had lost too much blood too quickly, and her bodily systems shut down as the valuable blood that carried out the deliveries for the body to function was no longer present. There was a lack of oxygen, an excess of carbon dioxide, a lack of nutrients, an excess of toxins and a lot of other things in her body due to the blood loss, and hence Miku died, most likely before you arrived.

To you, their explanations were just words, empty and without meaning, plastic, just like the Hatsune house, just like Miku's smile. You stomached them but your foggy mind could not digest them, the girl you loved was dead, and all because of you. How could you digest all this scientific nonsense? Miku committed suicide because of you, because you had left her alone when she needed you most. She begged you, she pushed aside all her pride and dignity and begged you like a dog, and yet you still ignored her. Only when she was hurt too much to repair did you start caring, and what was the use of that?

Hatsune Miku died today. A beautiful, sweet, cheerful, childish, happy-go-lucky girl who was a blessing to all who knew her disappeared from the world today. Because of your selfishness and cowardice, the girl you loved died today. Hatsune Miku committed suicide, and your life ended today.

It feels like a ten-ton emotional lorry has crashed into you at two hundred and fifty miles per hour. Wrecked, broken, shattered and unable to believe what your own two eyes have seen, you are trapped in a gossamer world that feels like it will fall apart at any moment. You abandoned her, you left her when you could have helped and only returned when it was too late, and she suffered for it. She had such a bright future, she could have contributed to the world uniquely and greatly with all the talent that she had in the arts, and you robbed it all from her.

It all started simply because she fell in love with you, did not want to keep secrets that would tear your friendship apart, and lost that friendship anyway due to fear. If she had not confessed, you could have prolonged her life, but this end would not be avoided. However, if you had not been such a chicken and confessed back, or just stayed by her side as her friend, she would still be alive and well. She would still be the old Hatsune Miku, exceling solely at the arts and making friends with all kinds of people, her long turquoise twintails flowing out behind her as she ran.

You were the only one who could have saved her life; you are the only one to blame for her death. You thought that the regret you had felt earlier was terrible, but you now know this is a billion times worse. You let the girl you love die because of what you did and did not do, and that regret you feel is a soul-searing, mind-numbing, heart-wrenching agony. You could have saved her, you could have had her as yours, but what you chose to do left you with a heart full of regret.

Regret hurts more than anything in the world; it drags you down and makes every single day in your life dull, monochrome, colorless. The news of her death was publicized in the newspapers, as expected, the next day. All of Miku's old friends blame you for her death, the whole world quickly learned of the turquoise haired girl who committed suicide in a bathroom painted scarlet with the name of the girl she loved. Homophobes had not a word to say, for it was a tragic and untimely death and none of them could summon the heart to say their Lord had meant for such a sweet, talented, loving girl to die just because of who she loved. Though the police tried keeping your identity a secret for your own safety, it leaked out anyway with a single photograph of the scene of Miku's death. Her old friends hated you for stealing her away from the world, for no one knew such light and goodness in the world but her.

The days were dark and lonely, you had no friends (not that you cared), and you missed Miku more than anything and anyone in the world. It was painful, you spiraled into an uncontrollable depression that drove you insane, and by the end of the week you heard her voice everywhere you went and could not enter bathrooms without breaking down. Every single time you walked into a bathroom, that tragic and gory scene would flood forth from your memories and take over the present, showing you the girl you loved slumped in a corner of a room splattered with your name in her lifeblood. You were insane, unstable, unhinged, deeply wounded by Miku's suicide. You could not sleep at night; the turquoise haired girl haunted your every dream, calling your name fervently and desperately. You accused yourself of killing her and hated yourself deeply; the regret that decayed your mind grew stronger and stronger each passing day.

Your parents wanted you to move away, they arranged everything to send you to a mixed boarding school in England, far away from Japan and the terrible memories of Miku's passing. It was for you to "move on" so you could "grasp" your "future" and "do great things". Your father said, "It is pointless for her to dwell on the past she cannot change, she should forget everything about that girl and make herself happy." You loathed him for saying that, after all you had done to her, how could you possibly just forget Miku and make yourself happy? How could you possibly be so selfish? How could you ever leave Japan and Miku behind for some fancy English boarding school?

You knew that a new beginning was not what you desired, and like Miku you chose your own ending. The play that was your life had gone on for far too long, and you desired to let the curtain fall over a dramatic and tragic ending, with the scarlet of your blood painting the walls with your final message. You slit your wrists with a razor blade just like she did, collected your blood in a porcelain bowl and decorated your bedroom with all you wanted to say.

"I love you, Hatsune Miku, and I am so sorry that I was so much of a selfish coward. I killed you, and I will regret that forever. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and will forever be so.

I'm sorry, Miku. I'm sorry, Miku. I'm sorry, Miku. I'm sorry, Miku" The rest of the walls and floors repeated this heartfelt, agonized apology, and when you looked at your work with a fading smile as the light drained from your eyes, you smiled.

Like Miku, you left the world by drifting off into an eternal slumber, dizzy from blood loss...

After you died, people were guilty about hating you, for they learned that your feelings for Miku were true and that they had been wrong about you all along. That terrible, dark regret split into smaller fragments and passed on to others after your passing, infecting the world with its painful sickness that twisted the mind and heart and tore people to pieces. In your eternal slumber, you did not stir as the storm of regret continued its reign, for you were free and that was all that mattered.

THE END

A/N: I hope this ending did not let down any of you and met your expectations. I wrote it while I was an emotional mess, so there may be some parts that are unclear.

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