School ended rougher than it started. I had missed the bus home, due to another episode of crying and now had to walk, all the way home. I wanted my life to end.

I had never looked through Kou's coat even though I've had it on all day. The outside pockets just had pens, pencils, and notecards. A pen with a lady bug on the eraser tip was at the bottom of his left side coat pocket. This was mine. He said he lost it on the train, but it was the only thing in this pocket, and he always out his hands in his pockets, if not both than at least this one. He knew this was here. He kept it on purpose. This was my favorite pen! Did Kou keep this as a thing to remember me? I've heard people say this was the only pen he would use in other classes, though I've never seen this being used in the classes we shared... It brought a smile to my face, and saddened me.

The inside pocket had a few papers rustling around in it. I took the first parchment I got my hand on. It was a picture of us at school. It may have been secretly taken by Kominato-kun one day. It was like it was taken on a phone. But, regardless the quality was still good. We looked so happy together. The smile on Kou's face, although just a smirk, was more than I have ever seen him smile this year. The things he did when I couldn't see his face... On the back, there were words written in his handwriting.

Futaba... Yoshioka Futaba. The yang to my yin. My balance, my happiness. My strength, and my weakness.

Drawn crudely in blue pen was a yin and yang insignia drawn in an equation format. Yin+Yang=Yin & Yang

My eyes were dampened. He really did care! He really did love me... Then... WHY COULDN'T HE JUST TELL ME! NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED! HE WOULD HAVE STILL BEEN HERE!

I broke down crying. We could have gotten together. There was a rewind button after all, I just didn't know it was there. I hated myself. I cried, and screamed even louder then previous times. I really had lost something so good.

I couldn't keep crying like this, it was becoming an hourly thing, but I couldn't help it. He was gone, and I could not accept it. I fell to the concrete slide walk and balled up like an infant, hugging my knees. No one else could understand my pain. No one.

"Ai-ya!" More papers to finish. I did not like staying at school late. All my friends and classmates had already went home or went out. I had missed the bus home and it was getting dark, the sun was setting. Up ahead, I could swear I hear someone crying...Hmm, it was familiar.

Yoshioka!

I found her on the ground, hugging her knees, crying her heart away. There were dense tear stains running down her cheeks, and drips were all about her oversized coat and the ground surrounding her.

"Yoshioka? What's wrong?"

No response. Too busy crying.

I knelt beside her,"What's wrong?"

Still no response. Just the weakening crying.

I decided to make a move. She would pass out of exhaustion if she didn't stop soon. Her breath between wails increased in struggle. I grabbed her and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her near to me and burying her face into my shoulder. Slowly, she calmed down,her crying slowed to a steady sob, sniffling constantly, her eyes were still closed, and tears ran down slowly but constantly now.

"K-Kikuchi kun?"

"Yea Yoshioka-san?"

"Wa-what are you doing here?"

"I was just walking home, and I found you here. Again."

"Why did you stop here?! Why do you care!?"

"I'm here for you, here to help!"

"Can you bring Kou back!? Can you mend a broken heart?! Can you fix this!? I want him back!"

"Yoshioka-san, you need to calm down, you will pass out!"

"I can't be calm! I've lost everything! I-I...I..."

"Yes?"

"I don't want to live anymore!"

"Yoshioka! Don't think like that! You still have your life ahead of you!"

She grabbed me by the tie and buried her face deep in my shoulder.

"I want to be with Kou!" Her voice was cracking and muffled.

"Yoshioka, calm down, just focus on earth right now. Notice your surroundings. Calm down."

Her breathing rate rose and fluctuated, she cried even harder than when I got here. Fluctuating, fluctuating, now slowing. Her breathing drastically dropped down big time. Her body went limp. She rotated around and passed out, posing her back up against me. Unconscious, tired from sadness, and done with the day. She must have been through a lot. Her hair draped her face and her forehead and cheeks were bruised. It was definitely a rough day without, that Mabuchi dude. I swiped her hair behind her ears and brushed the dirt off her face. She was so calm right now. So peaceful.

Laying here, I felt a sense of duty to Yoshioka. I wanted to help her feel better. I didn't know how to fix a broken heart, but I could sure try.

I felt my heart fluctuating in tempo, but more importantly rising. What was this? Was I? Was I? Was I in love?