Sorry for another late story chapter update. Been busy with school, also launched another story to run along with this one, couldn't resist, so now I have two stories to update, anyways... Enjoy!

Everyday, Kikuchi would visit me in the library. He would sit down in that opposing chair and just talk about life. Talked about his band, his dreams and hopes, he'd even talk about his past and other personal experiences. I felt sorry. I really did, for yelling at him a week or so ago, but something really kept me from apologizing, and I guess it was overall sadness. Or maybe it was that I didn't want to grow too close to him as well. Last person I did get really close with, or so I believed, died in a horrific train incident.

I felt, the more I try and distance myself with Kikuchi, the more he would give up on trying to become close with me, and the least likely he would get hurt because of me. The tardy bell rang. Looks like I'll be missing class again today...

The next day had come. Once again I find myself quietly sitting in the library.

I never want to love anyone like I did Kou ever again! This was too much, losing him was too much! I could not bare it! To lose someone else would be devastating! Never...again...

A tear shed and rolled down my cheek. It was wiped away by Kikuchi, who had just arrived. Subconsciously, I swatted his hand away. I didn't mean to do it that hard, that was mean, but I did, and couldn't take it back.

Today, Kikuchi was awfully quiet. He didn't talk. Not about his friends, or his dreams, or his life, or school, or his past...nothing. He just sat there. Through the hair that draped my face, I saw he wasn't even smiling. Just sitting there, staring straight down the aisle of books towards the front.

What was wrong? Had he finally had enough of my silence? I had been silent ever since... I missed his story telling. Not a single word. However he did, lay back in his chair and closed his eyes. He was sleeping in no time. A nap today? He probably thought I had not been listening to his stories... Although, I had been. I remember much detail even! Just no response. He always asked me a question at the end of each story, not even a trivial question most of the time, but questions that I would have to respond to, and not once had I responded. That was so rude of me. I guess it became something that I took for granted. Now that he was silent, I kinda missed his tales.

He didn't take the train home as he said he would yesterday. I saw him catch the bus before mine. I... Wanted to apologize for my silent treatment, but lunch was near ending. I wrote a note to him.

Meet me outside the entrance way at the end of class. I want to talk with you

-Yoshioka

I attached the small post it note to his coat collar, which hung freely on the arm rest. I leaned back in my chair, and closed my eyes. Recently I've heard Kou's voice when my attention drifts away and during dreams often. Always saying the same thing, originally all the times they were in a panicked yelling voice, as if they were hastily spoken under collapsed and bleeding lungs during the crash.

"I should have gotten off! I'm sorry Futaba! I LOVE YOU!"

However, this time it was calmer, shorter, and rearranged. But it was still Kou's voice.

"I should have gotten off. I love you, Futaba."

Definitely it was a figment of my imagination, but I loved each time it would play out.

The bell for class rang. I shook Kikuchi slightly to make him aware and walked out of the library. He was going to take the train today, and he may possibly not get my note. It was imperative that I catch him in his way out.