Fuuka Yamagishi stared up at her ceiling. A blank stare on her face. The sound of her MP3 player blaring into her ear. She really wasn't a fan of music, but this MP3 belong to Minato Arisato her dead soulmate. It was a memento of him. It was the few things she had the reminded her of him. As the singer screamed the bridge she rolled up into a ball as memories flowed through her head.
A kiss a sweet kiss. It was her first kiss. She was rambling about some nonsense and Minato like always was listening to every syllable that she voiced. It was always like this when they were alone. Hands locked together his dark eyes staring into hers. She paused her rambling as he leaned forward. Her face turn a bright red and her nervous mind wanted her to back away, but her heart wouldn't let her body betray Minato like that. His soft lips touched hers and it felt like an eternity. But that would never happen again. She pressed the rewind button on her MP3 They would never again on a fall sunday afternoon walk down to the movie theater holding hands. They would never share a bucket of popcorn and accidently touch each other hands as the both reached down smiling as they both blushed at the simple mistake. She would never feel the security of his arm around her in a large crowd. She would never hear him compliment her dress when they would meet in the morning before school. He would never hear this song again. She pressed the rewind button again.
He would never stare into her eyes again. He would never run his fingers though her hair to make her smile bashfully at him. They would never txt through class again. They would never splash water at each other on a beach again. She would never be able to watch him lead the team to another victory. She would never watch him dominate another Kendo match. He would never hear this song again. She pressed the rewind button again.
He would never tell his deepest secrets again. He would never tell her his fears again. They would never talk about their future again. They would never cuddle again watching the sun break into the dawn sky. She would never have hear him reassure her again. She would never hear the words I love you again from him. He would never hear this song again, but she knew for sure that she would be on her bed crying like this. She hit the rewind button again.
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