I haven't watched Kimi Ni Todoke in maybe 2 years, and though it may still be one of my all time favorites, I've lost interest in carrying on this fanfiction. I find it difficult to restrict myself to the world of whatever literature I base my stories on, and I much prefer writing my own original short stories and poetry. I know there are some people out there who are following this old story and are waiting for a new chapter, but I lost the spark I had for this fanfiction a long time ago. However much I want to write more for the which of you who patiently wait for more, I just can't, and if I did, it wouldn't have as much emotion put into it. If you love this story's idea, feel free to imagine or write what you want to happen, for I plan on writing in the future, but not about this. With this I put my little, short lived, spark of ideas to bed.

I know that in the past I mentioned family problems, and I hope this six letter word can help put a perspective on why I couldn't update for you guys. Cancer. My dad, who raised my brother and I single-handedly, had a relapse of the battle we thought was won ages ago, but apparently not, and that was something that took major priority of my silly fanfiction.

I've more than not escaped my anime phase, so I wouldn't expect any anime fanfiction from me anytime soon (but Supernatural on the other-hand ^.^.) I spend anytime that have I to write on my poetry and fledgling original story, but that isn't much time with my AP and honors classes. (UGH)

So say goodbye to Jealousy, I'm sorry to anyone who was really in love with this story, or to those of you who didn't like my writing style and felt it necessary to voice you opinion with your appalling grammar and disgustingly arrogant need for fanfiction.

If you ever want to read my poetry and eventually my short story, feel free to check it out on my Wattpad. :)

Props to anyone who recognized my Shakespeare reference hidden in here somewhere. :D

I don't want to leave the story where is was so here's a crappy little epilogue, because eventually Mahito was supposed to prevail. .-.

Epilogue:

Mahito flashed a smile to his reflection as he adjusted his tie. He had never been to a Western-style wedding before, yet alone his own, but he wanted to please his woman, and this is what she wanted. They'd been through everything at rehersal, but he was still nervous. It was time. The aisles were all a blur, and before he knew it, and he was face to face with the father of his beautiful bride. He offers a deep bow to the man, this bow much more meaningful than the ones from the practice before. The man bows in return, his eyes glossy with tears. He turns around to see a girl not with a curtain of black hair, but with a thin wedding veil trying to hide her precious face. He takes the final steps to lift the veil and reveal the face of the girl that he had fought for all those days back in high school, his jealously that fueled his one true love.