Prompt: Acceptance

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a/n: I think we've had a lot of Makoto's POV, so here's some Sonoko!

Her fingers ghosted over the engraving on the black stone in front of her. The words were etched in an elegant script she would never be able to replicate. Her handwriting always seemed messy and rushed, a huge contrast to her personality. He had always poked fun at that, the gaping difference between the elegance and grace of her personality and how unrefined her handwriting was. She had always stuck her tongue out at him and punch him lightly, and he'd chase after her in mock anger as she'd run, both of them laughing all the while. He'd blush when he'd catch her – he always seemed to blush with her touch – and they'd laugh again and kiss, each passionate with love.

He had been her happiness.

"Hi...I'm back, Makoto." She whispered against the cool stone, setting down the flowers she held in her right hand. "I dreamt about you again, you know. You're all I dream about now."

"I can barely get out of bed. Ever since you've been gone, I can't do anything anymore. I can't walk, I can't eat, I can't…anything. Not with you gone. You've always been at my back, and now you're not. You've always been supporting me, and now…now you're not here anymore."

He had been her strength.

"You've always, always been the one pushing me, making me strive harder to reach my goals. You were the reason I tried so hard. No, you were the reason I tried, period. You were the one that made me want to be better, want to aim higher. It was because of you…that I could do everything that I did. Because of you that I defied my father. Because of you that I got the courage to pursue my dream. Because of you that I became famous. Because of you that I became a world-renown fashion designer."

He had been her will.

"Everyday I lived was for you. Nothing else. I never realized it till now, but everything was for you, and it always had been. It's stupid, it's corny, but it's true. Everyday I woke up, I never knew why I did, but now I know it was for you. It's always been you, Makoto. You've always been what kept me going."

He had been her hope.

"There were times…when I wanted to give up. When the world was cold, black and unforgiving. When I felt like there was nothing left for me. Then you'd come, and everything was right. The whole world would light up and I'd be happy again."

He had been her light.

"You would wrap me up in your arms and caress me, and mutter things in my ear so I'd feel better again. You could always make me happy like no one else could. You had that special power over me, to make everything feel alright again."

He had been her comfort.

"Even now, Makoto…even now…" she said as she cried, her forehead touching the cool stone in front of her. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she held in sobs. "You're still the only one who can understand me. I know you're not here, but I know you can understand me, because you always have. You've always been the one who knew me through and through, who knew when I was happy, or sad, or angry, or…anything. You've always known."

He had been her understanding.

"They've told me to accept you. Shinichi, Ran, Heiji and Kazuha…they've told me to let you go. To just…let you go. I've been unhappy for long enough, they've said. They don't understand, do they? They never will. That's because they don't know you like I do. They don't know how important you are. They don't know…that you…you can't just be accepted. You can't."

Acceptance. To believe or come to recognize as valid or correct.

How can I make myself believe that you're…dead?

Makoto…

What are you, Makoto?

You are my happiness, my strength, my will, my hope, my light, my comfort, my understanding.

You are my life.

You are my everything.

You…are…Makoto.

Makoto Kyogoku.

My everything.

"I am nothing without you. But not anymore. Because soon, I'll be with you again. I will be with you once more, and we'll be together."

"They've told me to accept you, but I can't. I can't. I've tried, but I can't do it. I know I can't bring you back, so I'll do the next best thing. And then, we'll be together again, Makoto."

I am nothing without you.

So I won't try anymore.

I'm coming, my love. Wait for me.

Makoto Kyogoku, I'm coming.

One week later, Ran Kudo and Kazuha Hattori entered Sonoko's apartment, only to find the apartment door unlocked and Sonoko hanging by a rope, the wooden chair under her toppled over. Sonoko Kyogoku, the world famous fashion designer had killed herself, and most suspected it was because of her late husband, Makoto Kyogoku, who had died in a car accident one month earlier. In later interviews, Ran and Kazuha had described her face as 'peaceful, as if she had been released from some inner anguish'.

And somewhere, up in the stars, a pair of hands intertwined once again after being separated for what seemed like forever. Out of the ashes of tragedy sprouted the reunion of lovers.

Makoto Kyogoku…you are my everything.

And so are you, Sonoko.

a/n: Sorry this is so short! And sad! Wah – Sonoko gets sad chapters and Makoto gets happy ones.

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