Hey guess what? I have discovered that I indeed must be in a strange mood to write anything. I can't just sit down and write cuz I just feel like it. No, it doesn't seem to work that way. I need to be either stressed or just really tired for some reason. Yesterday, I was extremely stressed. And thus, this section of the story, and the next, were born! xD i was still writing at midnight last night because I was determined to not get much sleep, and then I continued writing this morning when I randomly drove to the park because parks make me happy. LOL so anyway, enjoy! DANGER: PLOT TWIST! just warning you. :)

Please, wake up Misaki…

Misaki woke suddenly, thinking he had heard a familiar voice speaking in his ear. Looking around his bedroom, he realized me must have been dreaming, because he was alone. But he could have sworn it was….

"No! It was just a dream!" Misaki berated himself. He got out of bed and quickly dressed before going downstairs. He opened the fridge, scanned the shelves, and closed it again. He wasn't really that hungry. He walked over to the couch and sat down. Looking around the overly near apartment, Misaki realized there was really nothing for him to do. No dirty laundry to pick up, no exploded egg messes, no…anything.

Two weeks tomorrow…I can't believe it's already been that long. Misaki pulled his knees up to his chin and wrapped his arms around them. It was only in the last few days that he'd realized how lost he was without Usagi-san. The author had given him an eventful life, however annoying all the surprises had been. And, though it used to almost impossible to admit, he loved Usagi-san.

I love you, Misaki.

Misaki jumped off the couch and looked around wildly. This time he was sure of it. He had heard something.

Don't leave me…I need you…

There was no way it was possible, but there was also no way Misaki could ever mistake that voice.

"U-usagi-san?" Misaki asked aloud. There was no response. He tried again, louder. "Usagi-san?"

Misaki…

Misaki fell back onto the couch and put his head in his hands. He was losing it; hearing voices wasn't normal in the first place, but he was hearing the voice of someone who was dead.

Misaki…

"Stop it!" Misaki yelled. "I don't need anymore reminders! You're gone…and you're not coming back!"

The voice didn't reply. Misaki sat with his head in his hands, his body shaking as he tried to suppress the sobs fighting to escape.

When I wrote this in my notebook, it was not split into two parts, but I'm splitting it now. To Be Continued...my least favorite words when I'm watching something and it's getting really intense...AND THEN IT JUST STOPS! So irritating...so, I'm spreading the irritation. You must now click on the button that takes you to the next part before you find out what evil plot twist I have thrown in. Well, I guess it's not evil, but whatever...:) Thanks for reading and please review!