I'm so thrilled to finish this fic. My head's cleared now. Thanks for the reviews you left in the last chapter. I really really appreciate the attention especially since this fic is nearing its end. Don't forget to leave reviews too!

XxLadyYuixX: Thanks for the compliment, sweetie. :) I'm also looking forward to your stories! When are you updating? I feel better now, thanks!

Princess-of-doctors: Ahahaha. I might indefinitely use wishy-washy on Chapter22. :) Yeah, I think Sai can be such a dramatic especially with women he loves. (I think he was like this with Miaka too right?) I recently found out his real name is Ayuru not Gi but I'm sticking with Gi, sounds friendlier? :)

Fallenmad: Yes! I am very fond of short names! :) Glad to hear you're considering Nakago... ^_^ I realized lately that not much writers like him, add the fact too that he's soooo hard to write. Ehehe. As for the Houki issue, well, I'll leave the problem to Sai... ^_^

Michi: Ahahaha! If you'll take Gi for yourself...you'll have lots of competition! ^_~ As for The Pretend Boyfriend, I already wrote the first part of the next chapter but the latter part still needs fixing. If all goes well, I'll be able to put it up in no time. :) Rest assured, I'm putting it up soon. :)

Disclaimer: FY is not mine, the characters might be a bit OOC at times, but I'm really trying hard to maintain their original characterization. But then, it's so hard as the incidents in this fic happened three years after the series. So...anyway, enjoy reading!

Chapter 19: Don't you want me anymore?

By Slavedriver2008

You have to escape and go where you can find yourself, or you stay and transform what is around you until it becomes your own.

I closed the book and heaved a sigh. Relishing every word I just read. Ding Dong The announcer called out my flight number and my thoughts returned to the fact that I should be getting onboard now. Gloomily, I squeezed the book between my armpits and carried my handbag toward the counter, ticket in hand. In the tarmac, on the way to the plane, the sound of heavy buzzing filled my ears and the cold twilight breeze sent shivers through my body despite the thick coat I was wearing.

Stars shined on the dark ebony sky and different colors shifted continuously on the pale full moon. It was beautiful to look at, pollution. And in that solemn moment, I wondered how something bad can produce something so beautiful. Could pain produce something good as well? Even if pain in itself felt and sounded awful? I sighed again, and treaded the path toward the plane. Everything seemed to be heavy this morning—the air, my feet, my heart.

Once properly seated, I looked out to the night with a sad smile. Obviously, I was taking the first option. I was too weak to transform things to my liking. To begin with, I never really knew what I want.

As the plane left the runway and the dazzling lights of Tokyo bade me a cold goodbye in the skies, I unconsciously uttered one word: Sai. And then another one came to my thoughts as we flew into the coming day: Sayonara.

Don't you want me anymore?

It was a stupid move, to leave without telling anyone where I'm headed and when I'm coming back. One minute I was in my room crying after the break-up and the next, I was on a seat to the other end of the world. Everything happened so fast and my sudden departure seemed to have slowed things down a bit, like a whirlwind romance that reached its peak and stopped, suddenly. It was as if I became fully aware of the world and my place in it. There was no longer me and Sai alone. There was the world.

After I left the hospital, Dad called me to say the University of Medicine in Berlin accepted my college application and I was to take the exams in a few days. It doesn't really matter that I was short of time for reviews and there were classes this week, I told Dad I could leave in the soonest and just left a letter for my teacher. Even Miaka didn't know I was leaving so soon. It was for the best.

I'm crazy for you...

The timing was perfect. Sai and I just broke whatever relationship we had and I'm desperate to get away from everything that reminded me of him. Funny, when I think of it now, I realized I was running away. I promised not to run away anymore, but right now, it was the most enticing option in the world. And really, I felt lighter when the plane landed on my destination and when I made my way around another country.

But still, there was a part of me that said I should have not left. There was a voice, a little annoying voice at the back of my head, which told me I should come back. Of course I will come back. But right here, right now, I belong here. My future lied ahead of me—my dream school, my dream career—I made the right move. It's time to be selfish, I told myself. And I will spend this getaway doing so.

I love you...I've never been more sure in my entire life...

The exam was awfully hard but I managed to finish it. My parents were eager to tour me around Berlin afterwards. It was my first time in the city and they gave me a thorough excursion of the place. If I were to pass university, I should learn how to go around the capital, they said. The language was not much of a problem, I've been speaking German since I was seven. Looking back, I realized that being a doctor was imbued in me. And studying in one of the world's best medicine schools was something that was planned out even before I realized I wanted to be a doctor. It was destined, that I be here in this exact time, that I felt so familiar with the country and the culture. In this instance in my life, I knew everything fell into place. Rightly into place.

On the night after my exam, my parents took me to Austria, in the city of Linz, and we went on a romantic night cruise in the Danube. My parents love Linz for its arts and music. And they intend to make me love it too. That night, I contented myself looking at the horizon, Hitler's city glittering under the starless Austrian sky. The wind was freezing and we were covered well from head to foot. When my parents were busy dreamily dancing on the deck, I took a glass of champagne and walked gloomily towards the railing, relishing the bittersweet smell of wine, the salty evening breeze, and the thousand other smells that made me feel very much alive.

Snow began to fall slowly and flakes landed on the dark red liquid in my glass. I looked up to the sky, smiling. I love watching the first time snow falls on the earth. Fog developed on the glass of my watch and I cleared it with my finger. Even with the time adjusted to the ones in Berlin, I realized I always and will forever know what time it was in Tokyo.

I wondered, was it snowing there now?

A/N: The quote was from Romesh Gunesekera's The Sandglass, a novel I've been reading lately. This chapter doesn't tell much, except that Yui left for another country to take up entrance exams and to ease a broken heart. Her leaving suddenly came up and was not in the original plan but I think it was perfect. :) Do tell me what you think!