Good news & bad news . The good news is that TODAY IS THE OFFICIAL END OF MY FIRST YEAR ON FANFICTION ^^ January 19 , 2009 – January 19 , 2010 . It was such a year well spent(: Despite all the drama & biters I had to run into ._. But still . Even though there was so much shit to deal with , even though I almost ended up quitting … three times o_o … I'm still here and writing :D

The bad news is that Snowii's fanfiction account got hacked (Of course , if you have my FB fanpage added , you would've found about this a few days back) ._. I still don't know who exactly hacked me , but I am royally pissed at them . So far , I haven't seen anything in particular that they might've done , but if you see anything (like some nasty review or something from "me" D:) then TELL ME .

Made a new YouTube . ForeverSnowy . I know it's not much right now (as of now , three subscribers :D) , but check it out when you can !

Idea from "The Choice" by Nicholas Sparks (PSST . Travis in the book sounds pretty hot , to be honest . & Gabby's cool too ^^) . Because his books are just too sexy(: Reading "The Last Song" right now . So no spoilers , mk?

Haiti's Earthquake :\ I really feel horrible about what those people have to go through & I'd be lying if I said I felt no guilt by sitting here in front of a laptop while thousands of children are in that country , living on the hopes that their family members might be found alive under all that rubble . My heart goes out to them .

… Especially since last year I helped donate some money to build a house in Haiti . And I saw that exact house as one of the ones that collapsed that were shown on CNN . I feel absolutely awful about that , and I can't help but believe that if I had donated some more money , that house might've had a stronger structure and still might be half … or even a quarter of a house instead of a pile of broken material .

Longgg a/n this time o_o ON TO THE REPLIES !

Himeka Tsukiyomi : Mhmm , I really love your oneshots(:

Chibixbabe : Awww , thanks ~

ArtGrrl-Sunna Bluecat : Thank you very much :D

Iluvbleach10 : Pshh , when people used to it was really cliché . Now it's an old cliché .

Amuto20174 : Not in my standards(x

AhYingx3 : Mmmm … forget about My Star for a bit , mk ? :\

Otaku-for-life : LOL I loved mine too(: He was the bestest imaginary buddy ever .

Darkjewl : Eh , I've never had a Mac . So I can't really compare something I've never had to my freakishly old Windows . iloveyoutoo :3 I'll be on FB around your time on the weekends , I can't stay up that late on weekdays because then I'd have to get up early :\

Xhappily-randomx : O: ! READ IT . It's like … an awesome book . But then again , I think all of Sparks' books are awesome . But be sure to read "The Last Song" at all costs . Or at least watch the movie (which I'm never watching … because the main female role is MILEY CYRUS ! *gasp*)

WARNING : OOC Ikuto much ?(: Plus fear an overrated cliché HOSPITAL SCENE :D Ikuto's in his early / mid 20's , Amu's in her late teens .

Tsukiyomi Ikuto walked through the familiar lobby of the Tokyo hospital , a rather large bouquet of roses gripped tightly in his hands. Just like usual … whatever "usual" could be described as for the past year and a half. Though it was more like two years.

Coming here was completely regular to Ikuto. He just had to see Amu whenever he could, even though he knew it was impossible for her to talk to him now. He wasn't sure that she would if she could.

He took the familiar steps up the flights of stairs; he had learned from experience that the elevators were always too jam-packed with people carrying depressing conversations about their ill love ones. No point in adding to his troubles.

Room 802. Ikuto turned the door knob as soon as he arrived at the front of the room without bothering to knock beforehand. There was no point; the only person he would listen to if told to "get out" was the one person that wouldn't be doing any talking to him.

As he walked in, Ikuto took a deep breath, hoping that something would've changed in the past few days he hadn't been by to visit his love. But as soon as his eyes scanned the room, his hope was gone as fast as it had come. Nothing had changed.

Still, he forced a semi-happy smile onto his face.

"Hey, Amu," He said, placing the bouquet on the windowsill and then taking a seat on the chair next to the bed in the center of the room. Ikuto reached onto the bed, taking the hand of the petite-sized girl lying on the bed.

Ikuto did a quick glance-over of her. She still hasn't moved a bit, but it wasn't like she had for a long while now. Her skin was a bit paler, and she looked quite thinner. He couldn't help but frown; he could point out all of these problems, yet there was nothing he could do about them.

"Utau told me that she misses you," He began weakly. What was the point, anyways? Not like Amu could even hear him. "But she's doing really well. In fact, she's getting ready for another tour."

He paused for a moment and stared at Amu, feeling pretty stupid for filling up the silence with random things about his little sister, of all things. Honestly, as Amu's boyfriend, Ikuto felt that he should be able to do better.

He remembered that his mother once told him when he was a child that apologizing is always the best thing to do. No matter if he apologized almost every other time he was here. The more times the better.

"Amu … " He tried again, his voice even quieter than last time he tried talking to the still body on the bed. "I … I'm sorry. I'm sorry for coming over to your house that night. I'm sorry for convincing you to forget about doing your homework and going to that concert with me instead. I'm sorry I was speeding on the way there. I'm sorry for not listening to you when you told me to slow down. I'm sorry I ran that red light. I'm sorry I didn't see that truck coming at us."

He took a deep, long breath.

"And I'm … sorry that … I couldn't … protect you …"

He closed his eyes and rested his chin on the edge of the bed. His face was so close to hers; if only she could turn back to look at him …

"So … " He whispered. "Amu … why can't you wake up?"

Just as the last word left his mouth, he heard the hospital's room door swing open. Ikuto immediately sat up straight again, and just in time to see both of Amu's parents walk into the room. A doctor followed them in, but backed out of the room as soon as he saw Ikuto sitting in the chair.

"I think … " The older man stated awkwardly. "That I should leave you guys alone to talk about this …"

As soon as the door shut close behind the doctor, Ikuto turned to the Hinamori's, eyebrows raised in confusion. They had worked out a simple schedule, so both parties could have a chance to be with Amu alone. So why were the two of them there when it was Ikuto's turn?

"So … " Ikuto began protectively, not wanting any of his time with his girlfriend taken away. "I thought today was mine."

Amu's father said nothing, just sending Ikuto a glare before retreating to another chair on the opposite side of the room. Ikuto sighed. Ever since the car accident, Amu's dad wanted nothing to do with Ikuto. Probably blamed the whole thing on the blue-haired man. And Ikuto couldn't blame him. After all, if he had been more careful while behind the wheel, none of this would've happened.

"Tsukiyomi-san," Amu's mother said softly. "The doctor … he doesn't think that she's going to wake up … And he wants us to …"

Ikuto suddenly stood up and placed a protective hand back on Amu's hand.

"No," He snapped. "Never."

"She's been like this for almost two years now. Don't you think that it's been long enough?"

Ikuto stubbornly shook his head. Amu's mom sighed.

"Ikuto … " She pleaded. "I know you love her. We all do … but don't think that two years is long enough? We can't just keep going on like this with Amu staying like this forever; we're going to have to let go and move on eventually. Ami still asks us when her big sister is going to come back home every day, and you probably already know how anxious we are about the whole thing too. We're her parents, so we obviously care about her more than you ever will so we'll know what's best-"

"Still no," Ikuto interrupted, growing more agitated by the second. "You're not going to do anything to her. "

Seriously … they think that the best thing to do for her is to kill her?! Talk about bad parenting skills …

Mrs. Hinamori shook her head in defeat and turned to her husband, who just continued glaring at Ikuto.

"Just give me one more month … " Ikuto said suddenly. "One month. That's all I'm asking for. If she doesn't wake up in that time … then … you can do whatever evil thing you want to her."

"We're not being evi-" Amu's father began to protest, but Mrs. Hinamori quickly shut him up before he said something unnecessary.

"One month … " The woman murmured to herself. "One month … if you ask me, I think we should get it over with since even the doctors think that Amu's not going to come back. But, considering Amu loved you and cared about you so much, I guess … that we should listen to what you want as well."

Ikuto felt his body relax, and he took a seat on the edge of Amu's bed.

"Thank you," He said over and over again, his gratefulness coloring his tone. He turned back to the pink haired teen laying on the bed. "You hear that, Amu? One more month. So … you better wake up soon, okay?"

He didn't even notice Amu's parents leave the room. In fact, he didn't even look up until a nurse slipped into the room.

"Um … sir," She said, clearing her throat. "Visiting hours are over … so you'll have to leave now."

Ikuto nodded.

"Just give me a moment?" He asked. The nurse nodded politely and disappeared outside the room again. Ikuto turned his attention back to Amu. He placed a hand on her cheek, stroking the pale skin.

"Come back, okay?" He whispered. "Because I miss you. In fact, I'll be right here next to you when you do. I promise."

~ i s n o w x 3 ~

Ikuto leaned against the counter, drumming his fingers on the counter impatiently. His current customer was taking forever to observe one violin; even longer than what it normally took Ikuto if he ever even needed new strings or something for his violin. Which was actually saying something, since Ikuto could take all the time in the world when it came to violins.

"Sir," He finally said. "We're closing in about ten minutes, so either you're going to buy it today or you can come back tomorrow and buy it then."

The man frowned, deep in thought.

"I think I'll buy it now," He said, carrying his violin of choice to the counter. Ikuto let out a relieved sigh as he calculated up the customer's total. In a way, he had to admit that he enjoyed his job quite a bit. He opened up a violin store, just because it was his favorite instrument, and a place where Amu volunteered and would have been working a summer job in if the … incident hadn't happened. And Ikuto made sure that there were absolutely no calendars in the entire store, just so that he wouldn't have to look at one and start counting down the days until Amu would be really gone forever.

Even so, that didn't stop the mental clock in his head from keeping track. Day 29. Tomorrow morning, just as he had agreed on with Amu's parents. Tomorrow would be the start of the worst day of his life.

"Thanks for your service, sir," Ikuto called out as the satisfied customer was exiting the small store. Time to start locking up.

Just as Ikuto was locking the main entrance door to the shop, he heard his cell phone ring. He pulled it out of his coat pocket, glancing at who the call was from. Tokyo Hospital.

… This can't be good …

He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the worst, before answering the phone.

"Hello?"

The three words that person on the other line said to him made him instantly drop the phone in shock.

~ i s n o w x 3 ~

Ikuto panted as he finally reached room 802 of the hospital. Having run all the way there wasn't easy; he had decided against driving since he didn't trust himself behind a wheel at the moment; but he had finally made it.

As much as it killed him too, he slowed himself down as he approached the room. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down so that he would look at least semi-decent when he went inside.

By the time Ikuto got there, the door was already open, and he could hear the buzz of many voices inside. However, only one stood out to him.

"Where's Ikuto-kun?" The voice sounded hoarse and cracked, after going too long without usage, but it was sweet-sounding all the same. "Where's Ikuto? I remember … him saying something about … him being here when I wake up … So where is he … ?"

Ikuto quickened his pace as he walked into the room. And even standing where he was, in the doorway, was good enough for him to see exactly what he had hoped for.

A certain pink haired teenager was sitting up on the bed, her expression dazed and confused. Her little sister was seated on the bed beside her, while her parents, looking happier than ever, were standing off to one side.

Amu lifted up her head, and saw Ikuto standing there. Her face split into a smile.

"Ikuto … " She whispered. Ikuto couldn't help but smile back as he hurried toward her, three words that the hospital worker said still ringing in his mind.

She woke up.

… Well how was that ? Personally , I really like this one(: Which is really different from the usual "GAH I HATE THIS D:" at the end of each of my stories(x

So what do you think ?