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Ch. 11

It had been about a week since her mother had passed away. They had a small funeral for her, only with close friends, as they couldn't contact any other family members that may live in the area.

Suzuna was been stayed at Misaki's house for the past week and was leaving today. She did not want to leave Misaki alone, but had to leave for school. If she stayed away too long she'd fall behind. So, here they were outside Misaki's apartment building. Suzuna carried her small bag on her back, "Are you sure you want me to go? I could stay a little longer if you want?" She asked her older sister. Misaki smiled faintly at her, "No, you have to back to your studies. Otherwise you'll fall behind and it'll take longer to get your degree. I don't think mom would want that."

"Yea, but…I just don't want to leave you alone." She frowned at Misaki, lowering her head.

"Don't worry. I'll be fine." She patted her sister on the head. "I have quite a few things here to keep me busy. That'll keep my mind off of it for awhile."

"I guess you're right," She mumbled, "Well, I should get going now, if I don't want to miss my flight." She hugged her sister tightly and walked into the cab. While it drove away, she waved good-bye to her. Misaki chuckled at her sister's actions. A hug wasn't enough of a good-bye for her was it.

Misaki sat on her couch, reading documents and signing papers. She had a lot of work to catch up on and she was willing to stay up late in the night to finish. At least it'd be easier to forget what had happened.

At eight fifty one, Misaki was still working. She hadn't eaten anything and was dead tired. She looked out the window, listening to the sound of cars driving on the pavement and honking, occasionally she'd hear laughter of people near the building. Sighing heavily, she tossed the papers in her hand onto the coffee table and laid back on the couch. Covering her eyes with her arms, she simply laid there in silence.

Misaki felt so empty inside, maybe she didn't fully accept her mother's death. Weren't there five stages until you finally accepted someone's death? She wasn't sure if she had gone through them, but she shouldn't feel this empty without her mother. "I went to college without a problem, I moved out without a problem. I never felt so alone when I was in the dorms or when I was sitting here doing work," her tone lowered and tears threatened to spill over, "so why do I feel so alone now? Why when I need her most?" Misaki cried silently, letting the tears flow as they wished. She didn't care anymore, even if she was tired of crying so much. She didn't to cry anymore.

Just then, she heard her cell phone vibrate against the wooden table loudly. Still sobbing, she checked who was calling. Even if she was crying, it might be important. It was Usui. Immediately she flipped open her phone, she hadn't spoken with him since she found out her mother was dying. "Hello?" She sniffled, trying to hide the fact that she was crying, yet failing horribly. "Misaki? Are you okay?" He heard him ask, obviously worried.

"Yea, I'm fine." She mumbled, wiping tears from her eyes.

"Really? Then why are you sniffling? People that are 'fine', don't sniffle." He asked, sounding upset that she would lie.

"Allergies."

"It's mid-March. Allergy season comes when Spring does. Also, you don't have any allergies." He was still upset. She could hear the sound of cars driving past him and people talking, in the background.

"Fine! I'm not okay! I feel horrible!" She yelled, tears streaming down her cheeks once more. "I feel so alone knowing she's gone." She fell to her knees, almost dropping the phone, and covered her face with her free hand.

"You should've just said that from the start," He said softly.

"…can you come over, please?" She mumbled through her sniffles. Usui frowned, it made him uncomfortable listening to her voice in such a fragile state. Usually, she was full of energy, ready to take over the world at any given moment. He sighed.

"Of course, I'll be there in a minute."

Okay, I will admit it was a tad bit on the shorter side, maybe I don't want to end it so soon. Actually, we are quite far from the ending. Still have to get Misaki to accept her mother's death.

Has that ever happened to you? Trying to get over someone's death (or just get over someone?)
Also, here's a totally unrelated question, do you think I'm a boy or girl?

I don't know why I wanna know that, but I do. I'm quite curious. Oh and I give many thanks to; PureHearts, WillfulRebel, WriterInDisguise, woolSmynx, and You May Call Me. As your reviews kicked my ass into gear and got me past that wall of depressed, emu, 'bah, I hate this story' phase!

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