Before Amu had a chance to react, Ikuto grabbed her chin and forced his lips upon hers. The kiss was soft and sweet, with just a hint of desperation. He allowed them to separate after a few seconds. "My have you grown up nicely," he commented as he attempted to snuggle against her. It was true, Ikuto hadn't changed one bit since Amu had seen him last, while she had a growth spurt over the years, which brought her height to just above his shoulder. "And that's not the only way you've grown," He continued seductively, admiring her chest.
"Y-you perverted alley cat!" She shouted as she shoved him away. She quickly reached down and recollected her bags before he could recover.
He staggered backwards, he looked hurt for a split second, but hastily hid it and asked, "But I'm your perverted alley cat, right?"
Amu blushed furiously again, but couldn't find the words to respond to him. She didn't know how to react. Ikuto was right in front of her, the man who single-handedly decimated her heart, and she was acting casually? She stormed down her driveway and up to her front porch, with ex-lover following close behind her. She dug her house keys out of her bag and opened the door.
"So are you going to invite me in?" Ikuto asked curiously.
She spun around to face him and stuck out her free hand, "Spiral Heart Special!" She called out, summoning her Heart Rod and unceremoniously whacking him over the head. She didn't know why she hit him, it just felt necessary. "Ikuto no baka..." She muttered under her breath as she entered her home. She left the door wide open so that he would know he was welcome. She continued walking until she was in her dining room and placed her bags on the table. After hanging her dress on the doorframe she walked back into her kitchen and saw Ikuto sitting at the small table in there. With every step she took the maelstrom of emotion raging inside of her grew more intense. She avoided looked at him as she went to make sure the front door was shut properly. Her stomach growled, prompting a reaction from Ikuto as she opened up a cabinet.
"Aww... Is the little kitten hungry?"
The Joker rolled her eyes as she pulled out two cups of instant ramen. She opened the tops and poured water into both. After setting the time and putting them in the microwave she propped herself against the counter and stared at the small digital clock's three minute countdown. She snuck a glance at him only to catch him staring at her with a strange intensity. She blushed furiously once more as she tried to set her thoughts straight.
If only it was that easy!
Amu folded her arms so that he would not see her hands shaking. All the emotions inside of her were threatening to burst at any second. What should she say? What should she feel? She could barely form a coherent thought with him staring at her like that! She feared to look at him again, because one look of those dangerously blue eyes would send her over the edge. She didn't know if she'd start screaming, crying, or laughing at his return. She couldn't think, she couldn't feel. Eventually, she settled on hating him, just for the moment. Just until she figured out what she really felt, she would hate him.
For the broken promises.
For the heartbreak.
For not caring enough to say goodbye.
And most importantly for showing up out of the blue at the most inconvenient time and acting like the past five years of his disappearance never even happened.
So she continued to watch the clock, maintaining a terse silence and ignoring all of Ikuto's attempts at conversation.
"So I hear the weather has been really nice lately, the leaves are just starting to turn..." He frowned, but moved on to another topic.
"Well, it's your birthday tomorrow, huh? Do you know what everyone's getting you or are you gonna wait and be surprised?" The silence still stretched on. He scratched the back of his head; he didn't like being the only one talking. Normally it was Amu who carried most of the conversations they had in the past. Cautiously he tried again.
"So you're turning twenty-one? Man, do the years fly. Being able to drink now will surely make things more interesting, huh?" Still. She gave no response; she simply stood there, still as stone. Sadness swept over Ikuto's face as he stood up and walked to her side. He tilted her chin upward, forcing her to look at him. "Amu," he whispered, "I'm..."
"I'm sorry."
Those two simple words made the statue crumble. Amu completely broke down and collapsed to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. Ikuto rushed to comfort her, but as he reached down to embrace her she pushed his chest with a surprising amount of force, sending him spiraling backwards. "N-NO!" She screamed between sobs. "Y-YOU'RE NOT!" The pink-haired woman yanked herself to her feet. "D-don't you d-dare-don't you even dare try that bullshit!" Tears were madly streaming down her face; she could barely see a thing. "Do you have any idea what I went through? Well, do you? How much pain? How much—?"
"You think it wasn't bad for me?" He thundered in reply, cutting her off. His eyes were focused on the floor; his fists were clenched in anger. "Leaving Japan was the hardest and most painful decision I've ever had to make in my entire life and—!"
"THEN WHY IKUTO?" Amu demanded. "WHAT WAS SO IMPORTANT THAT YOU HAD TO LEAVE ME? YOU PROMISED ME YOU'D NEVER LEAVE!" She covered her face, unable to bear the sight of the man before her. "You promised..."
There was a sudden stillness in the air, as if it had been frozen. The microwave decided it was done and beeped only once, the only thing that broke the silence. Ikuto slowly looked up to her face. "I thought..." he turned away, stunned."I thought... You didn't... Want me anymore..."
She slowly clasped her hands over her heart, "What on earth would make you think that?" She asked softly. "I loved you more than anything in this whole world."
Ikuto sighed as if he were very tired. He shoved one of his hands into his pocket and withdrew a small scrap of paper. "One day, over five years ago, I received this note, which changed my entire life..."
xxxxx
The sound of the violin cut pure and beautiful into the early spring air. Ikuto was on his usually street corner, playing for change. The people around there had gotten to know him and how talented he was, so whenever he played he was quite profitable. He glanced down to his open case and estimated how much cash was in it, there had to be at least two-hundred, he had been playing for over three and a half hours, after all. Maybe he'd take Amu out for dinner tonight with the money he earned, or maybe they would head to the mall.
A small smile graced his lips as he though about his Amu. His, it just felt so right to describe her that way. He brought the current song he was playing to a close, and bowed to the applause of some bystanders hanging around. He packed away his violin and quickly made his way home. His pink-haired lover would not get out of school for another hour, and then the weekend would be theirs to spend however they saw fit.
He climbed the stairs to his apartment and went inside, pausing only to collect his mail from the small box next to his door. He flipped through them, "Bills, bills, fake charity... What's this?"
It was a simple piece of paper, folded over twice. Cautiously he unfolded it and began to read, unaware of what the consequences it would bring.
xxxxx
"And if you weren't the one who sent this to me then..."
"Then what?"
"Then I was tricked into leaving by someone who wanted to split us up."
Amu gasped, utterly appalled. "Who would try and do such a thing?"
"I can think of a few people..." Ikuto replied, his face hardening into a mask of fury. "But it still doesn't prove that you're innocent."
"But where did you go?"
Ikuto closed his eyes, thinking back, "Boston, it's in The United States. I wanted to get as far away as possible, so I settled there," He paused for a few moments. "I needed to get away... from everything."
"C-can I see the... the note?"
Regrettably he handed it to her. Amu, fearing the worst, began to read. "Dear Ikuto-"
"Please don't read it aloud!" He begged. "... I don't think I could withstand you saying it to my face..."
It's time for you to know the truth. I don't love you, I never loved you. This was all a game for me. You are empty and deceitful and I hope you never find the slightest glimmer of happiness in this life. I pray I never have to see your face again. Go die in a hole where you belong, you unwanted stray.
And at the bottom was her name.
"But that's impossible," She whispered as she analyzed the note. After reading it several times the message's effect finally sank in.
This was the note that sent Ikuto away.
This tiny scrap of paper is what cost her everything, and she had absolutely nothing to do with it. "I didn't write this, there's no way I could have," she concluded.
"Please don't lie to me, Amu," Ikuto began to turn towards the door. "Don't make this any harder for me."
"Look!" She spun him around and stubbornly shoved the note in his face. "This is written in hiragana while I only write in kanji unless it's absolutely necessary to use phonetics! And my name is written wrong!" She grabbed a pencil off of her counter and scribbled down her name for comparison.
Ikuto stared at the note for a long moment. "So it wasn't you..." He promptly ripped the note to pieces. "It wasn't you." He repeated. Then it finally hit him as he froze, and his face just lit up. Amu had never seen him so happy in her entire life. He rushed over to her and scooped her up into his arms, "It was all a mistake... Oh God, Amu... Please forgive me..." Their embrace was warm and comforting; it also bore a strange sense of lightness and freedom. Now they both knew the truth and they had each other.
And that was all that mattered.
"But who would—?" She began to ask, but he quietly shushed her.
"Let's save that mystery for another day, okay?" His arms tightened around her. "This is the happiest I've been in years. I don't want this moment to end... You have no idea how much I missed holding you in my arms."
"I think I might," Amu replied with a watery chuckle. "The cold days, the lonely nights... At first it was almost like I was a—"
"Zombie." They completed the statement together. Ikuto continued, "It was almost as if someone had torn my heart out of my chest and—"
"Left me to die, never to love again." Amu then added, "It was worse when I was around the others, they were so happy and—"
"All it did was remind me of you..." Ikuto cradled his love, rocking gently from side to side. They held each other in silence, cherishing the moment. Finally it was broken by, "Can we have that ramen now? I'm kinda hungry." Ikuto was always so blunt with his opinion, but it was that kind of candor that she adored about him. Amu's stomach growled loudly again, much to her chagrin, seconding his statement. She blushed and pulled out two forks as Ikuto removed the cups of ramen from the microwave. "Good, they're still warm," He commented as he set them onto the table.
Dinner was endured in silence, both though that enough had been said for the time being. Ikuto glanced at the lid of his cup of ramen and smiled. She had made fish flavored, his favorite. 'So she does still care,' he thought happily. His eyes slowly trailed over her body, she was too focused on her food to notice him. 'I wonder if we could...' He let the thought go with a devilish smirk.
As soon as they were finished Amu put their forks into the sink and tossed away the empty cups. She was just about to turn around when she was suddenly pounced upon, bending her over the counter. Ikuto skillfully flipped her over and began assaulting her lips. Amu opened her mouth and indulged herself with his taste. Had it really been five years? Time cannot change the power of one's kiss; only strengthen another's longing for it, making it more potent when received. They reluctantly pulled apart, gasping for breath. "Bedroom. Where is it?" Ikuto demanded as he picked her up. She squirmed out of his grip, forcing him to set her down on the counter.
"A-Aren't we moving a little too fast?"
He laughed quietly to himself, then his face grew very serious, "Amu, I'm only going to ask you once, where is your bedroom? Because I'm not beneath taking you on this counter right now." He smirked, "And I think we're moving at a perfectly fine pace. And I think I remember a certain little girl who couldn't wait for me to get into her pants when she was sixteen."
Amu blushed again, and then muttered, "Upstairs, it's the door on the left at the end of the hall."
He swiftly ascended the stairs with her in his arms; within seconds they were in Amu's bedroom. He gently laid her down onto the bed and then in one fluid motion took off his shirt. Amu couldn't help but marvel at how beautifully sculpted he was, like a blue-haired Adonis. He leaned down to kiss her once more, cupping her face. "Have you... Been with anyone since I left?"
She fidgeted awkwardly for a moment, thoughts of Tadase rushed to her. "I'm dating but—?"
Ikuto cut her off by undoing her pants and partially tugging them off, "You know what I mean..."
"N-no... I haven't been with anyone else in... In that way."
He smirked once more, then kissed her again, much fiercer than last time. "Good," He replied as he focused on removing her clothing. Amu stopped him as he moved to her bra.
"Pants first," She commanded, undoing his belt buckle. She didn't care how loud they would be, she didn't care if the others found out tomorrow. And Tadase? 'Forget him...' Amu thought, 'He never even attempted to go this far with me.' The only thing that she cared about was how much she needed this.
Once both had shed their clothes, Ikuto's mouth and hands freely roamed her body, eliciting small gasps and moans at just the right places. She felt like her body was burning, oh how she craved him! "I-Ikuto...! P-please..." Was all she managed to beg.
Finally they both lost control, fully sacrificing their bodies, minds and souls; completing each other.
xxxxx
The next day dawned bright and warm. Amu's eyes fluttered opened as she stretched and yawned. Her hand encountered something on the pillow next to her. She slowly sat up, keeping the blankets wrapped close to her body and groaning as she did so; her body was sore from last night's 'activities.' There was a note with her name on it, and next to it was a single red rose. Amu felt a flutter of fear within her as she snatched up the note.
Where was Ikuto?
Did he decide to leave again?
She opened the note, and there in Ikuto's elegant handwriting was:
Used your shower, went out to get breakfast, and borrowed your car. Since when have you owned a Full-sized Impala? I'll be back as soon as I can.
All of my love,
Ikuto
She breathed a sigh of relief; he hadn't abandoned her like a one-night stand. Reading the note once more assured her that Ikuto wasn't going to leave her anytime soon. She glanced at his sign off once more.
All of his love... It and the sight of his signature made Amu almost giddy with happiness. Still, a little, nagging voice inside her head told her that all of this was wrong, and that she was cheating on Tadase. She'd be shattering the poor boy's heart, and they had been together for so long! Ikuto left and missed his chance; she should have told him to stay away from her and to move on, not to sleep with him!
...Sometimes, Amu really wished that little voice would just shut up.
She carefully picked up the rose he had left for her. She breathed in its sweet scent for a moment, and then turned to see what time it was. The spell was broken as she threw the covers off of herself and rushed to get dressed. It was quarter to twelve; she had to be at Utau's studio in forty-five minutes! And she hadn't finished the poster design yet! Ikuto appeared in the doorway as Amu scrambled to pull herself together.
"Your top's on inside out," He commented as he walked over and peeled the shirt off her before righting it and helping her get it back on. "What's the big rush? Your breakfast is in the microwave downstairs, if you're hungry."
"I need to finish a poster promoting Utau's new single," She explained as she shimmied into a skirt and put on some heels. "Can you do me a favor?"
"Sure."
"Strip the bed for me and throw it all in the washer, okay?"
Ikuto chuckled, "Okay." And went to work. Amu hurried downstairs and opened the microwave to retrieve her food. There was a toasted bagel with cream cheese and a doughnut along with a small cappuccino. She quickly downed the frothy beverage and scarfed down her food, not caring about her singed tongue. She sprinted back upstairs to get her sketchbook, almost running into Ikuto.
He swerved out of her way, "Careful! I don't want you hurting yourself," He warned, his arms filled with the bed's covers, "Do you want me to start the wash while I'm at it?" The pink-haired woman nodded spastically, desperately searching the room. After several frantic minutes she found it and rushed downstairs, flipping it open as she went. She accidentally missed a step, sent her falling downward. A small cry of fright escaped her as she braced for the impact of the floor.
But it never came. "Amu!" She heard Ikuto shout as he dashed to save her. He made just in the nick of time, scooping her up in his arms, a warm and protective embrace. "What did I just tell you?" He chided softly. "Are you okay?" She nodded as he set her down. "Please be careful..."
Together they walked into the kitchen. Amu situated herself at the table while Ikuto opened up a cabinet and pulled out a tall glass. He filled it about halfway with water and set it on the counter. It was next to the red rose that he had left for her. He picked up the flower and placed it within the makeshift vase. "It's very beautiful," Amu commented, "Thank you..."
The blue haired bishonen smiled as he walked over to her and planted a kiss on her cheek, "Happy birthday, my love." He whispered sweetly.
She felt her face growing red again as she redirected her attention to the poster she needed to finish. The picture consisted of Utau standing in an open field looking up towards the sky, her hands folded against her chest as is she was making a wish. The drawing's night sky was completely black, except for a lone shooting star. All she had to do was finish drawing the idol and retrace everything in ink so that it would show up when it was scanned into the computer to be colored. Her pencil scratched away at the paper. Glancing at the clock, she realized that she still had half an hour, and relaxed. She noticed Ikuto had retrieved his violin from wherever he had stowed it last night. He carefully pulled out the instrument and began playing quietly to himself. That was one of his little quirks Amu discovered when they were dating: he hated absolute silence. There had to be at least some noise that he was familiar with. Ikuto also had a vacant look in his eyes, the look he always got when he was thinking deeply.
"How's Utau been? What has she been up to?"
Amu began to ink her drawing, "She doing great, she's recording her new single today, which is why the poster needs to be done." She stopped as a thought struck her, "You... Haven't kept in touch with your family, have you?"
The violin's tempo increased, he was nervous. "No... I cut off contact with everyone when I left."
"Well... Utau's engaged."
The strings screeched as Ikuto hit a foul note. "T-to whom?" He asked as he replayed the melody he had played for Amu last night, trying to mask his surprise.
That was another one of his quirks: he hated being caught off guard.
"Kukai. I'm supposed to be the maid of honor, but their not getting married for another two years, since Utau doesn't want to interrupt her music career," She replied. Ikuto smiled, satisfied with the answer.
"She made a good choice. What about Tadase? Anything important going on with him that I should know about?"
Amu continued to work on her drawing, acting as if she didn't hear the question. The violin's music slowed, He immediately knew something was wrong.
"Did something happen?" His voice betrayed the slightest hint of panic.
"...No... He's fine," She stated, avoiding his eyes.
"You're lying to me,"
Again he was ignored. Ikuto put his violin down and walked over to Amu. "Tell me what's going on with him, now!" He sharply grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. "I need to know!"
She was silent for several long moments. "Tadase and I are dating... We've been dating for exactly three years today."
Ikuto's face went blank as his hand fell away from her face. "I see..." He muttered as he turned away from her, "You've moved on."
Amu gasped as she jumped put of her chair and grabbed his arm. "That's not true! My relationship with him is nothing compared to what we had!"
"How so?"
"You cannot compare the light of a candle to the heat of the sun's core."
Her analogy coaxed a smile out of him, but before he could say anything in response the phone rang. He crossed the room and picked it up, contrary to Amu's warning and much to her dismay.
"Hinamori Residence, Ikuto Tsukiyomi speaking."
Amu charged towards him, "Colorful Canvas!" A wave of rainbow energy knocked the phone out of his hand; she quickly dived and caught it, letting the giant paintbrush she summoned for the attack disappear.
She brought the phone to her ear, "Hello?" Amu was met with the foulest onslaught of curses she had ever heard. "U-Utau?" The insults were clearly meant for Ikuto, but she could barely believe that the idol possessed such a colorful vocabulary.
"Do you want me to translate what she's saying?" Ikuto asked as he leaned in to listen, "She's cursing you out in English." His eyes suddenly widened, "Where did she learn to say that?"
Eventually Amu got Utau to calm down after some cursing of her own. The blonde shouted at her over the phone. "What on EARTH is he doing in your house? You were just crying your eyes out over him at the mall yesterday and now he's in your HOUSE? Does Tadase know he's there?"
"No, he doesn't," Amu's tone grew very stern, "Ikuto just happened to be visiting to see how his family was doing and decided to drop by. Also... we discovered that there was a conspiracy of some sorts behind our breakup."
"...Really? What do you mean by—?"
Ikuto snatched the phone out of Amu's hand, "Hey, am I invited to the recording of your new single? Amu's been telling be how she's in charge of making a poster for it and—"
"Give that back!" Amu shouted as she reached for the phone. Ikuto turned away, using his height as an advantage.
"—So am I invited? ...Only if it's okay with Amu? Why should that... Oh right, Tadase... Well why should you care? You get Amu as a sister-in-law either way." He handed the phone back to the younger woman and went into the laundry room to put the bed covers into the dryer.
Amu let out an exasperate sigh, "I swear I have never met a more infuriating man in all my life!"
"Tell me about it," Utau replied, "He's allowed to come to the recording as long as he promises not to cause any trouble. I'm holding you responsible if anything goes wrong!"
"You're such a great friend," Sarcasm dripped from Amu's response.
"When you get to the studio, I want to know everything that's going on between you and my brothers, understand?" Utau then hung up.
xxxxx
The idol herself personally greeted them as they entered the studio. Amu immediately set to work with in making the final copy of the poster, with Utau hot on her heels. Ikuto was instructed by both of them to stay in the recording room and to stay out of trouble. The two women entered a small room filed with a few computers, a large printer and a scanner. Amu flipped open her notebook and scanned the poster in, and began to create the final version. The blonde was bombarding her with questions all the while.
"What is he doing here?"
"I told you, Ikuto wanted to see how everyone is doing."
"Is he staying here?"
"I don't know."
"Do you want him to?"
"...Yes."
The idol paused, "Do you love Tadase?"
"Define 'love' for me."
"You're not leaving him for Ikuto, are you?"
Amu put the finishing touches on the poster. She couldn't lie to Utau, but she couldn't tell her the truth, so she decided to quote Ikuto. She spun around to face her. "Why should you care? We're sisters either way, right?"
The blonde scowled and folded her arms, "I care because either way, one of my brother's hearts will be broken."
Her friend sighed. "You know I loved Ikuto more than anything, and someone tricked him into leaving me. I think he came back to see if I would give him a second chance... Which is what I'm going to do."
"And what about Tadase?"
"He's barely even there for me anymore... So why should I be there for him?"
Shouting was heard from the direction of the recording room, interrupting Utau's response. Amu quickly identified the two voices, "Oh you did not..."
Utau held her hands up in a defensive position, "He had a right to know." The two ran into the room, right into the middle of Tadase's and Ikuto's shouting match.
"STOP IT!" They both shouted, flinging themselves between the two men, standing back to back with their hands thrown out to the sides; Utau was facing Tadase, Amu was facing Ikuto.
The idol cast a hard glare at both of her brothers, "I don't care what you two decided to throw fits about this time, but I did NOT invite you two here just to act like a couple of children!" She then added, "And acting like this in front of Amu, on her birthday nonetheless! You two should be ashamed of yourselves!"
A very definitive silence ensured. Amu picked out the meaning instantly, Utau had chosen her side in this messy conflict. The idol didn't choose to ally with either of her brothers, but with the girl they were fighting over.
"Umm... Is this a bad time?" They all looked to see Kukai standing in the open doorway. In an attempt to break the tension, he laughed and walked over to Amu, "Utau told me to get you a present so I was walking around this morning and found you this!" He pulled out a small rectangular box. "Happy birthday!"
Amu opened the box to find a silver charm bracelet, "Thanks Kukai!" She cheerfully shouted as she hugged him.
"But that's not all!" Utau fetched a small bag of charms from her bag on the floor, "These are from me," Most notably in the bag were charms of a heart, spade, clover and diamond, along with some cross shapes that matched the clips she used to wear. Amu thanked them both profusely, happy with the gifts as she tucked them into her purse. The two brothers refused to say a word, despite the others attempts to change the mood. They glared at each other, both desperately wanting the other to disappear.
Amu noticed how Kukai didn't react negatively to Ikuto's presence, 'Utau must have tipped him off,' she reasoned. One of the idol's assistants entered the room carrying four fold-up chairs. "Miss Hoshina," She gestured to the half of the recording studio separated by a large pane of glass. "We're ready for the recording."
Utau's recording room was unique in the fact that it was divided into three sections: one were she could have people watch her recording, the part where she sang in, and the third part was where they handled all the musical components.
The assistant set up the four chairs as Utau entered the center section of the room and got ready to perform. A music stand with the lyric sheets stood next to the microphone. She put on the pair of headphones and gave the others a thumbs up. The assistant left as they took their seats. Tadase took the first seat, leading Amu to sit next to him. Kukai and Ikuto exchanged a long look, clearly debating who would take the seat next to Amu. The brunette settled the dispute by taking the last seat, leaving the seat between him and the pink-haired woman open.
Amu gave Kukai a stern look as Ikuto took his seat. The first Jack shrugged nonchalantly, as if to say, "It can't be helped now." Suddenly music began to play, Utau was beginning her recording.
"The song is entitled, 'The Only Star Left in the Sky,'" Amu explained. It was a slow, sad song about someone who had loved and lost, and how they discover that their lost love had been within them all along.
"I'm standing alone,
I'm the darkest moment of night,
Trying to find something in my life,
A small glimmer of hope.
So I look to the sky,
And I see your face again."
Tadase wrapped his arm around Amu's shoulder, forcing her to rest her head on his. Ikuto rolled his eyes at the sight and let one of his hands fall limply to his side, right next to Amu's.
"In this world of darkness,
When my heart cries out for help,
You are the one there for me,
When the world starts to fall,
In the darkest moment of night,
The only start left in the sky,
Is you."
She felt Ikuto's hand bump against hers. She hesitated only for a moment before clasping it. His hand was soft and warm within hers; she reveled in the feeling of them being together. This is what it felt like to be complete. This is what it felt like to be happy.
"They may have torn us apart,
But I know that someday,
Fate will bring us together once more,
And I will truly love again.
So now you are here,
And now I can finally smile."
Utau repeated the chorus as Amu sighed aloud. Tadase immediately reacted, "Is something wrong?" The younger brother couldn't help but shooting a glare at Ikuto. Amu felt his hand slip out of her grasp. She formed a fist, saddened by the loss.
"No, I'm just... Thinking about the song, that's all..."
Kukai watched the entire scene unfold in wonder. He realized Amu still loved Ikuto and vice versa, but he also knew was Tadase was going to tell Amu tonight. He let out a small sigh of his own, which went unnoticed.
Things just got a lot more complicated. There were two roads that lay before Amu, and each one was lined with the heartbreak of another.
"Even if I am stuck in unyielding midnight,
I can still see the light,
For you are my only star,
Promise me you'll never leave,
And we will shine forever.
I'll fight though it all and at the end,
I can bask in the light of your love."