Sadly, I do not own Gakuen Alice. I never have, and never will. The unfathomable torture!

Please don't break my heart. Please.

Yes. I make mistakes. But so do you, bitch.

A cold voice keeps you from barging through the door.

"Go away."

You take a step back, arm taut. The venom, the lack of emotion in your tangerine's stiff voice slaps you in the face. You have never heard her this way; distant, and bitter.

You just stand there, numb.

A thousand thoughts run through your mind just then. But none can compare to the drowning feeling of your heart.

The wooden door slowly slides open. A sliver of hope bursts inside your body. Standing there is a well-toned, elegant girl with large, unusually green eyes. Her short highlighted hair reaches her shoulders, giving her an energetic look. One hand situated firmly on her hip, she is frowning.

You stare at her. No. You were not expecting this… girl. You were expecting Mikan.

What the hell was her friend doing here?

"Chikuura." Your eyes narrow as your mouth opens to give off a searing remark.

"Natsume." She glares at you, arms folding across her chest.

"Move."

She scowls. "Hell. No. You hurt my friend. You will pay, you bastard."

What was it with girls and their mouths these days? You mirror her scowl. With each passing second, your distress grows. "Get out of my way."

She ignores you, continuing "Someone should kick you in the balls."

Two can play a game. "Oh yeah?"

She nods. "But you're wasting precious time here, aren't you?"

You haven't moved an inch from your stance. "The hell, Chikuura." She is right. You don't have time for this. "Stop bluffing. If you value your life, move." Teeth grinding, you bite out, "I need to talk to that idiot."

"Someone should still kick you in the balls," She repeats stubbornly, her eyebrows furrowing together.

You sigh in exasperation and ignore her, making a move to shove past her.

Without any warning, her right leg has landed rather painfully in your midsection.

You clench your teeth together and stagger back. Biting back a yelp of pain, you've had enough. "That's it," You hiss.

You lunge for the girl. She has disappeared down the corridor, slamming Mikan's apartment door close behind her. Chikuura winks and sends you a smug look before disappearing through a window.

Fuck that girl.

Actually, she can fuck herself, for all you care.

You take a deep breath to calm yourself.

Resting your head against the wooden entrance, you whisper your polka dot's name. "Mikan…" you trail off.

She's in there. You know she's in there. She must be listening to you silently, on the other side of this thick wall.

"Mikan, please."

You see her tear-stained face.

You see her grief-stricken eyes.

You see her tangled hair, the matted mess she quickly pulled up whenever she was late for a meeting with you.

You see her. You see Mikan.

Losing yourself to the pain that you, the devil himself, felt, you poured your heartfelt remorse into a hoarse whisper.

"Mikan… I know. I know I've hurt you. But damn," a bitter chuckle escapes your lips, "I can't stand it without you. I can't stand knowing that you won't be there to send me those stupid messages, leaving those wholehearted voicemails. But most of all, I just can't stand seeing you upset.

"I know that I am the cause of this fucking mess." You pound your fist against the door in frustration, your eyes glued to your feet, "Luna never should have happened. I never should have even attempted to make my mother happy. She went too far. Damn it, I went too fucking far.

"I didn't want to make you jealous. I didn't want to hurt you. I didn't want to break us apart. I didn't want to do anything. I never thought you would find out. I did not want to take Luna and myself too far. I'm aware that I might as well be saying the wrong things right now, but Mikan."

You take a shaky breath, leaning into your clenched fist. "Mikan, listen to me. Please. Please just listen to me. I'll prove to you now, just how much you mean to me. I'll prove it to you today. I will prove it to you tomorrow. I will prove it. Forever. Hell, I'm even willing prove it every day for as long as I live, for as long as you live. Mikan, I know you have it in you to forgive me. So give me one more chance. Just one more chance." Your voice is now a wispy whisper that is barely audible. "Please."

You are leaning back against the door, panting slightly. Your eyes are closed as your heart is racing uncontrollably in your chest. A partial bit of your pain has dispersed, but still a heavy blanket remains. Head tilted back against the door, you don't care how ridiculous you look. All you want is her. Mikan.

All you want is for her to forgive you.

You hear a small cough and a stifled cry. She has been inside, leaning against the other side of the door the entire time, listening to your voice rant on and on.

She swallows a hiccup and softly whispers your name. "N-Natsume…"

You slide to the ground, all pride having flown out the window. "Mikan," you breath.

You sit there in silence, secretly anticipating her opening the door and welcoming you with open arms. You wait for her to open that door separating the two of you, telling you that everything is fine, that everything is alright.

She does no such thing.

After what seems like hours of silence, you finally hear shuffling. You bolt upright. Maybe she will now finally break the barrier.

Just when Mikan seems to be prepared to open the door, your phone rings persistently.

"Damn this fucking device." Impatiently, you answer the call. "Who the hell is this? What? Luna. What do you want?"

Suddenly you stiffen. "Mikan," you murmur. In a split second, you've gone into panic mode. "Oh shit. What the fucking hell. Oh shit… I know, you already told me. Shut up. Ugh, fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Shoving the traitorous phone back into your pocket, you pound against the apartment door.

"Mikan. Mikan please, just open this door."

No answer.

You grit your teeth.

The two of you have fallen into silence once again. You never should have answered that call.

"Polka," you whisper, "I'll be back."

Unbeknownst to you, Mikan pulled the door moments after you left. Shivering in a thin shirt, she murmurs, "I forgive you, Natsume. I forgive you." But still, she wonders.

She still wonders if you are truly genuine.

She wonders who is the person on the other end of the phone call. No, she knows who it was. She's just too afraid to admit it to herself.

Your mother.

Your mother has been hospitalized.

Please don't take

Sincerely,

Alex

Author's Note: How the heck do people whisper between doors... Oh well!

That "OC" character at the beginning, you know who you are! I'm not too sure whether or not you like this description or not... Let me know, alright? I apologize if the language is a bit profound in your dialogue lines...