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EDITED VERSION!!! :D Do you guys know how long I slaved away for you to have a better chapter! I can tell you, I started at like 12am abd then finished at 2:50am :P Quite some time for an edit that's only 616 words, but nonetheless it's better!! ;) Thank you SnowCharms for pointing out my little mistake, for you have made me edit this chapter and provide all of you with a well written and more realistic story! :

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Chap. 8 (close to the end)

The very next day Misaki had planned to march into the hospital and tell Usui that she loves him, and never wants to leave him. Yet, she ended up getting nervous and marching right back home. It was a very defeating moment for her. Walking slowly back home, she sighed heavily thinking about that perverted alien. Why is it that whenever she needs to see him, wants to see him, she can muster up enough courage to do it? Is she really that much a coward? 'I'll try again tomorrow…' she thought sadly.

After walking super slow for quite some time, Misaki reached her apartment and was about to unlock the door when her phone began to ring. Before answering she looked at the caller ID, it read, Takumi Usui. She felt a little bit of happiness when she saw his name there, yet she couldn't bring herself to answer. Both out of nervousness and fear of what he would say. So she let it ring, hoping he'd leave her a voice mail. Lucky for her, he did and as soon as her phone lit up with the words 'New Voicemail', she immediately picked it up to listen.

Voicemails were always so annoying to Misaki, putting in your password, waiting for the 'lady' to stop talking to you can actually listen to the message, it was all just too complicated. Finally, after thirty-five full seconds of waiting, she could listen to his voicemail. It said, "Misaki, this is Usui. You need to come to the hospital as soon as you can. Your mother is in critical condition her cancer is spreading. Please, come soon." After hearing that, her heart sank. She couldn't imagine losing her mother; she was one of the most important people in her life. Without her, she would not be living the way she currently is. If she lost her…she didn't what she would do. Her mother can't die, she looked fine the last time she saw her. Why was her cancer spreading? Misaki leaned her back on the door and slumped down on her knees, pulling them to her chest she sat silently. Not crying, but trying to embed the thought in her mind that her mother would not die.

A few hours past before Misaki slowly stood from where she was sitting. Walking, with a melancholy look on her face she went to her bedroom and changed. Looking in the mirror, she looked terrible as if she had died and then come back to life. Ignoring her current appearance, she took her bag and left her apartment, preparing for the worst.

While she walked to the hospital, she thought about what could be happening to her mother now, "What if she's already died or I can't see her because she's too frail? Or she's undergoing surgery?" She mumbled to herself, biting her nails and with an worry etched on her face. Those few minutes that it took her to get to the hospital seemed like hours, but finally, she reached the huge hospital, walking inside she made a beeline to the elevator. Tapping her foot as she waited for it to reach the fifth floor and continuing to bite her nails, Misaki glanced at her wristwatch, it read seven thirty-four. She sighed heavily and leaned against the elevator's sleek wall. She had reached the fourth floor and was feeling more and more nervous by the second, then at last the doors opened and she saw Usui leaning against the wall, tired. Slowly she walked out of the elevator and quickly walked past him to her mother's room. She stopped at the door and looked hesitated, her hand hovering over the handle. Behind her she could hear Usui's soft footsteps approaching her. "Go in, she's asleep now." He whispered in her ear with the most sincere smile her could give her. Trembling, she turned the handle and slowly opened the door.

On the bed her mother lay asleep, the IV dripping beside her bed, tubes in her nose and other various medical equipment. Small tears threatened to spill over as she walked closer to the bed. The room was dim and the curtains were closed, making the room seem smaller. Once she was at her mother's bedside, she gently held her hand. It was cold. Misaki softly cried, holding firmly onto her mother's hand and listening to the steady beep of the EKG moniter.

Woah...I almost made myself cry with my own writing. I think that was the best I'd ever written yet... :) I am excited to see your reviews, hopefully you had the same experience and if this brought back some memories about someone you knew with cancer, I'm sorry :(

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