Sorry for the oh-so-long update..i was busy with my studies and honestly, I no longer know what's next… I mean based on my plot..this would end in around 2 chapters..but then I decided to insert something..and this is it! Still I think it's nearing its end unless you give me suggestions. I don't want to end this yet actually but I'm really running out of ideas.

" Can you forgive me?" he was nowhere. Where was he? Where was she? Where were they? It seemed like everything was not living in reality. It was like they were in a vortex of something Misaki barely recognized.

" Misaki..you know how much I am sorry for everything…," he continued as he swam apparently farther from Misaki. Misaki couldn't speak out a word as a reply to him. She was totally baffled by the atmosphere they were in. As time passed by, Tsubasa's appearance to her eyes was gradually vanishing into specks of unknown dusts. She was completely losing her vision.

A glaring light flowed coming to her sight. She was almost blinded that before she decided to let her eyes give in with that dazzling light, she screamed Tsubasa's name. She was hoping hat a hand would somehow pull her out of who-knows-where-was-she-headed.

But nothing happened until she progressively opened her eyes..adjusting with the new scene she had just entered. Now it was pitched-dark and she put every effort she could give her eyes just to see someone aside from her but it was a failure. Suddenly a spotlight. It was shone upon Tsubasa wearing a stoic face. She could sense that he was repressing any emotion hinting either fear or pain. She was about to go near him but was stopped in full flow when out of the corners of her eyes, she saw something everybody would fear upon seeing…a gun. The worse part was..it was not just a gun laid on the floor..someone owned it, someone was holding it. And the worst event was it was not only held by someone..it was pointed at someone..at Tsubasa.

She wasn't sure what to do next. She kept her fears intact but she could not regain her full consciousness to make her move out of that position and do something. The moment her legs started to gain kinetic movement, it was already too late.

The gun was cocked and without any dithering from the user, triggered it. The bullet shot Tsubasa's abdomen part. And in a moment, he collapsed onto the ground.

Misaki looked at the killer waveringly but was more frightened to see that the guy was covered in all black. How could she ever identify him? And then he disappeared with the gun.

Misaki couldn't approach Tsubasa for she knew what should she expect to see. She wouldn't be able to suffer the pain that could be inflicted on her if she were to go nearer. She could just stand there with her whole body trembling and shed tears.

Those silent tears acquired voice..letting out a sniffle..sob..and then a weep.

" Tsubasa!"

Misaki then woke up, panting hard and sweating profusely. She quickly identified where was she and was neither relieved nor frustrated to see that she was in the clinic. Tsubasa quickly brought her to the clinic as soon as she lost her consciousness. And as he was running to the clinic(that was like a hospital), he was cursing himself under his breath. Luckily, when he reached the clinic, it was available and no other patient was there. Misaki was then given an immediate care by the nurse. Tsubasa wished to stay longer to observe Misaki's condition but he couldn't withstand seeing the girl he loved almost lying lifeless because of him.

Now he knew very well that he still cared for her a lot…why should he withhold the truth anyway? Oh right…because it was awkward for him to still stay near Misaki when he knew Misaki wouldn't be able to return those feelings.

So he had to go.

Misaki spared few seconds to recall what happened why was she there. And then it hit her. She frantically searched for Tsubasa but he was of course absent. What was she expecting anyway? That he would be there to stay by her side until she opened her eyes. " Stop dreaming!" she chided herself.

But disregarding her own benefit and self-completion, she really needed to see him right at that moment. She needed to reassure that he was safe, that nothing bad happened, that he was still living because if not….she would rather stay asleep forever.

She called for the nurse and asked if she could already be dismissed from the clinic since she believed that it was just a mild fever..no infection or complications as what doctors say. But the nurse persisted to have her stay there for one night. Misaki wouldn't want to argue anymore. Anyway what could she do? Escape from the clinic? Forget it.

She stayed still the whole night not even letting the notion of having a one-minute rest. How could she let that idea to permeate her mind if it was completely infused with the instinct that Tsubasa might be in danger and she might be too late?

She just prayed and prayed and prayed.

She must admit she also wanted and needed visitors that time. Why? Because she could obtain information from them of Tsubasa's whereabouts…of how he was doing…or anything that concerned him. But it was better not to have any visitors at all which didn't mean that no one cares for her but rather no one had known the condition she was in. That was good. At least they wouldn't be worried or would make a big fuss about it.

Yet sometimes, isn't it good to know that someone is worried about you? Because that only means that person cares for you.

Maybe in her case, it was not the case.

At 8 o'clock in the morning the next day, she waited impatiently for the nurse to enter her room, so she coul already b given the permission to leave the clinic. Ten minutes after 8, the nurse did what she wished. As soon as the nurse said yes, she disentangled herself from those dextrose and wirings and all that hospital stuffs, and then she jumped out of the bed, still wearing the hospital gown, and then proceeded to Tsubasa's room.

Sadly, it was locked. She remained calm. She couldn't panic. It wouldn't be of help.

She waited hoping that he was just out. Yes..out..because they had classes..and in 2 hours..classes would be dismissed. She waited for two hours but still no sign of Tsubasa. Or maybe this time in their S. A Room. Yes, that was it! She presumed he would go there since she was absent. Remember? He would likely to go there if she wasn't there. She ran towards their room. But she decide to peek only not to reveal herself infront of the others, or else..they would know what happen. She peeked and sulked to see no trace of Tsubasa.

"Right, where is he?"

How about in the Dangerous Abiliy's headquarters? She doubted so. She knew how much Tsubasa despised that place.

As she was walking towards her own room, she passed by Natsume and Mikan.

" Misaki-senpai, why are you wearing a hospital gown?" Mikan asked with a worried expression plastered across her young face. She seemed to forget everything that had just happened- the commotion the other day ago..the revelation.

Natsume threw a disgusted look to her..like annoying her.

" What do you think? Of course, she has been in the hospital," he rolled his eyes.

Mikan just let out her tongue and faced him with that kiddie expression.

" Misaki-senpai..were you really..?"

"Hai…hai…now Mikan-chan..don't you worry…I'm fine..i was just stressed..that was why," she chuckled. It felt relaxing.

She crossed her elbows and pouted, " Mou, I think you were stressed because of Tsubasa-senpai..ugh..how long is he planning to hurt you?"

Undeniably, Misaki was half appalled by Mikan's expressions. Usually, when someone made a mistake on you, you wouldn't be able to forgive him easily and just forget everything. You would probably avoid topics involving him, for the sake of not mentioning his name or every little thing that would remind you of him.

But Mikan seemed to move on so easily.

With the slight puzzled look Misaki was wearing, Mikan decided to speak.

" I've forgiven Tsubasa-senpai, I know that he just did that to protect me just like Natsume, but I won't be able to forgive him fully if he continues to hurt you..okay now..where is he? I'm gonna reprimand him now!" Mikan said in a childish tone. She never grew up.

Misaki could just paint a little smile. She then asked Natsume.

"Natsume-kun, have you by any chance seen him in your ah..class?" expecting for a YES answer.

" I haven't seen him since yesterday..actually," he said as a matter- of –fact.

"He didn't attend his classes, too..he was not there in your classroom," Mikan rejoined.

" And he wasn't there in the S.A either," Misaki added gloomily.

"Anyway..it's fine by me…I should be taking my rest than wasting my time finding him when he doesn't even want to show up,"

"Okay..kouhais..i'm leaving..see you!" she waved at them with a travesty of relief and confidence in her actions, decisions and choice of words.

Opposite the "Taking my rest" she was saying, she took her time waiting instead.

Just imagine, waiting for several hours without any perception if the one you're waiting for is now on his way, or maybe he has a change of mind and then backed-out or maybe he will no longer come.

Are you still willing to wait?

"I'll wait no matter what," Misaki once again set her mind and self on that goal.

But she couldn't wait while she was inside of her room..what did she think would happen? Tsubasa would knock on her door just to inform her that he's already there? Nonsense.

She then stepped outside their building. Perhaps she would see Tsubasa in his way to the entrance door. Okay, quit that. What if he took the back door?

Anyway, she chose to stay outside and wander around..but not too far from their building since she was afraid she might get lost.

For a moment, she held her breath. He was there…sleeping under a tree.

Hell, to think she waited for hours inside only to see him in a couple of minutes outside?

No efforts should be wasted, she thought. So, she walked slowly towards him not really wanting to disturb him from his sleep. Carelessly, she had stepped on a branch and obviously it was cracked broken.

Tsubasa had his eyes open in just a blink..like a soldier alert and ready for any battle.

And his reflex action automatically helped him to stand and once again get away from this predicament.

How long can he still do this? How long can he still ignore the rising of the dead feelings? How long can he still live in the state of denial? How long can he still endure the pain of hurting the girl he loves? How long?

As long as everything's not yet all right.

The striking question is, when will everything be all right?

Is he ready to do his part in the process of making everything all right?

That…can't be decided now.

Misaki was tired of this scene. She was tired of using her mechanisms just to prevent a senseless chapter in her life.

Yet…

" I was so scared..you know why…?because I dreamt of you being shot by someone..and then lying dead," she said between her sobs as she hugged him tightly before he could even make his first move of shunning.

"I was not able to sleep worrying that any time my dream could turn into reality..i searched for you but it seemed that you never wanted to appear…why are you so far away?" she continued..her face buried on Tsubasa's chest..her hands creasing the back of his uniform.

"Look…we're not-" Tsubasa finally had the mind to speak but was cut off.

" Let me finish first…Tsubasa..why are you running away? The questions are always the same, Tsubasa, but you never gave a reasonable answer and you never gave me the chance to tell you what I am feeling..," she trailed off..giving her all-out effort to stop her sniffling but she really couldn't.

"Tsubasa…I may have been blind before..but now I know…we both feel the same,"

She faced him..eye to eye. No more turning back.

" I can no longer treat you as my best friend as well,"

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