April 1, Shopping Mall, Nerima, Tokyo

The time was half past one in the afternoon.

Kousei was sure he was dreaming. He was sure he was either dreaming or insane.

The food court was teeming with people; young couples their age, making lovey-dovey eyes at each other as they fed each other sweets and desserts, young salarymen taking a quick bite as they took their short lunch breaks before jetting off to have board meetings with people in foreign countries, mothers feeding squealing children and plying them with food to silence their hungry bellies. For Kousei, this wasn't an uncommon sight; he occasionally stopped by here to eat when he forgot to grab groceries for home, or else when he was in a rush to get somewhere, such as tutoring with Nagi or someone else.

That much, he knew, was real.

The unreal part was that he was eating lunch with the girl he loved, who'd died a month ago, who'd returned with the oncoming spring, who was eating a canele and acted as if nothing had ever happened.

His eyes were fixed on Kaori, still trying to process the fact of her return, taking in her presence, running through every logical explanation for her current presence. In Kousei's experience, miracles never happened, no matter how much you prayed or begged; he'd thought he'd learned this lesson when he begged Kaori not to leave him the first time, and she'd met him with a tearful smile before vanishing into the ether.

He'd originally thought it to be some sort of hallucination, his way of saying goodbye to her without being able to do so. Now that she'd returned from the dead, of course, Kousei was now equally convinced that it had actually happened, that Kaori had joined him for one last duet on stage and had, indeed, headed off for the afterlife in front of him.

He'd thought it impossible for Kaori to break one of the very rules of the world itself, as many rules of musical decency as she had broken.

And yet here she was, doing exactly that.

'But then that's Kaori for you. Always finding some way to surprise you.'

"You know, you can stop staring at me now. You've been doing that for an hour. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."

Kaori's words snapped him out of his fugue, as his eyes met hers for a brief moment. He blushed, rubbing the back of his head and turning away quickly, trying to think of something to say, something to break the ice.

"By the way, thanks for treating me to lunch," the blonde said, gesturing with a fork to the half-devoured canele in front of her. "I mean, you still totally owe me like a hundred caneles anyway, but it's a nice start."

"…just so we're clear," Kousei started, finally, as Kaori perked up, facing him. He paused briefly, trying to suppress a smile; he hadn't realized how much he'd missed seeing her beautiful face, staring at him expectantly like she had so many times in the last year. "…..you did die, right? You didn't fake your death just to hide it from me or something, right?"

"What kind of stupid question is that?" Kaori replied, frowning briefly, before shrugging. "Well, yes. I did die, silly. It was a pretty risky surgery, after all. Besides, why would I even fake my death? It's not like I have the Yakuza after me or something. And if I did survive, I would've called you literally as soon as I woke up."

"Right," the young man nodded slowly. "...so how are you here, then? I'm not dead, right? Just making sure I haven't died and gone to Heaven or something."

"Of course not," Kaori answered, shaking her head. She thought briefly about what to tell him as to the actual circumstances of her temporary resurrection.

'I honestly don't want to lie to him again, not when I've got so little time left. But if I tell him I've only got one day left, he'll break, and I don't think he'll come back from that if I tell him now.'

This was a difficult decision. After all, she couldn't exactly hide that she only had a day left; Kousei would literally only need to ask her parents to figure out what was going on, and that would be the logical reaction, but telling the truth would mean breaking Kousei's heart a second time, and Kaori already felt guilty about doing it once, not that she had a choice either way.

She was also scared that Kousei would run away, just as he had the first time he'd found out that Kaori's time was short, and leave her all alone until it was too late.

And Kaori didn't want to be alone this time.

'….I'll just have to find a way to break it to him gently later. He has a right to know, but not right now, not yet.'

"Well, Heaven kicked me out for being too noisy, and Hell didn't want someone as sweet as me," the young violinist joked with a mischievous grin, hoping she'd hidden her true thoughts from him. "So here I am, back to the world of the living, like a wandering traveler doomed never to find peace."

The young man across from her barely concealed a snort. "I can see the noisy part. Not quite so sure about the sweet part."

At that, Kaori pouted, looking rather offended. "Hey!"

After a moment, however, she simply giggled. Quite honestly, she did deserve a little ribbing, and it was nice to see Kousei crack a joke, even if it was at her expense.

"Well, anyway, enough about me," she spoke, hoping to change the subject from her resurrection. "…..how are the others? Watari? Tsubaki? That cute girl you were teaching piano to?"

That was a difficult question to answer. Kousei didn't know just how close Watari and Tsubaki really were with Kaori; he knew they were all friends, but the depth of their friendship was a thing to which he wasn't privy to.

Of course, he had spent most of the last year under the impression that Kaori was in love with Watari and Tsubaki only viewed him as a brother, and in hindsight, Kousei was pretty sure Watari had figured out Kaori's lie long before she exposed herself, so he couldn't be faulted for not knowing much.

'Nobody really told me anything. Not even you, Kaori.'

"It's….well…..we're coping," Kousei finally replied, exhaling deeply. "We're all trying to get on with our lives. Tsubaki's studying hard, trying to get into the high school nearest the one I want. She thinks I'm probably screwed without her, so she wants to keep an eye on me as much as she can. And Watari's, well, Watari."

He paused briefly.

"They don't know you're alive, do they?"

Kaori shook her head. "I tried dropping by before heading to your place, but they're both out of town, apparently. You know anything about that?"

"Oh, right. They both had…..sports things," Kousei vaguely commented. Truth be told, he hadn't been quite so vigilant in keeping an eye on both of them as much as they had on him, something he felt rather guilty about. "…..sorry I can't be more help. Do you want to me to tell them the good news? I could call them right now if-"

"NO!" Kaori burst out, a little too hastily, before catching herself. "I mean, you can tell them later. I want it to be a surprise for them! You know, like it was for you! I might go buy some zombie makeup, surprise them both. You know, like those American horror movies."

To emphasize her point, she extended her arms out over the table, tilted her head to the side and closed one eye, trying to do the best zombie expression she could, releasing a squeaky moaning noise. The boy in front of her laughed.

Even as her face lit up at making Kousei smile, Kaori was already thinking the worst.

'I don't want them to know. I'm already going to break Kousei's heart and ruin my parents again, I don't want to watch Watari and Tsubaki be hurt too.'

Kousei's lips curled into a smile. "Your zombie impression needs more work, but good effort."

"Take that back," Kaori teased him, smiling right back and lightly poking him on the nose. "Or I might just eat your brains."

Both of them stared at each other for a moment, before bursting out laughing at how silly this all was, at how absurdly ridiculous and yet how happy this situation was. Kousei couldn't help but smile, even as so many questions and feelings brewed within him, all centered on the young woman in front of him, and Kaori couldn't help but smile with him, even as the time limit loomed upon her, and less than half a day remained.

The same thought entered both their heads at once.

'I wish we could just stay like this forever.'

For a moment, they could just be. They could be the couple they never had a chance at being, make up for an eternity in a second.

For Kousei, to stay forever within this moment, laughing with Kaori, taking in her presence, making jokes and just being near her meant that, for one moment, he could forget everything that had been stewing within him since her death, everything that had been stewing within him since reading her letter.

For Kaori, to stay forever within this moment, watching Kousei smile, knowing she'd caused it, meant that for one moment, she could forget that she was doomed to die so soon, that she could forget her guilt and regret and avoid the pain she would cause when she had to tell Kousei the truth.

For just a moment, Kaori Miyazono and Kousei Arima were no different from the other lovey-dovey couples in the court and yet so much more; happier, closer and yet with so much beneath the surface.

Then the moment ended, and they returned to Earth again.

"…..hey, listen," Kaori spoke, after catching her breath from laughing so hard. "Kousei, I was thinking..."

"Yes?"

"…..you know, we never did do that duet properly," she suggested, tapping a finger on the side of her chin. "Maybe, y'know, we could do that?"

The young man smiled. "Of course. No problem. If you wanted to do it in front of an audience, I think I have a recital in a week that I could-"

"No, no! I mean, I don't need an audience for this," Kaori waved her hands quickly, shaking her head. "I was thinking it could be just us two. Alone."

Kousei lifted an eyebrow curiously. "Are you sure?"

"Kousei, my dream has always been to play with you. I don't care about having an audience," she replied, hoping the tone of desperation in her voice wasn't too clear. "Although, showing the world just how awesome we both are together is a great idea. Maybe some other time."

It hurt her to even just imply there would be 'some other time', but she needed to buy time.

"Well, we might as well, to celebrate you coming back," the young man answered. Kaori was relieved; he hadn't noticed. "Um, if you're done eating, we could maybe go pick up your violin, since you don't seem to have it with you?"

"Alright, can we take the scenic route? Being dead really makes you miss all the sights."

'I need to buy time anyway, see how I'm going to break the news to him,' Kaori thought, a hint of bitterness creeping into her mind. Already, she could see that there was so much she wanted to do with Kousei, and yet less than even a day to do it.

It was so unfair, that she had to leave so soon after coming back, but that was how the world worked and all Kaori could do was attempt to delay the inevitable, to save Kousei's heart as long as she could, before breaking it a second time.

"Scenic route?" Kousei was already exasperated; he could see the gears working in Kaori's head, forming her plans that would most likely see him dragged around Nerima. Still, he could hardly deny her that, and it was more time with Kaori, so it was a win-win situation. He sighed, closing his eyes and shrugging.

"Well, okay."

'And then I can work out how I'm supposed to talk about the letter to her,' he thought. Eventually, somehow, some way, the subject of the letter had to be broached; there was so much contained within it that, with its writer miraculously resurrected, Kousei had to talk to her about it, about her confession of love, about the lie, about everything.

For now, though- fortunately, gratefully- they didn't need to think about it.

Later...

The time was half past five in the afternoon.

Kaori and Kousei had been wandering around the ward all afternoon, taking the 'scenic route' as it were. Kaori had taken to her second life like a duck to water, and viewed everything with a child's eyes anew; she'd dragged him to see the playground where they'd first met (Kaori had teased him about still having that picture of her panties on his phone), she'd dragged him to Towa Hall, where so many memories remained (Kousei's solo performance to defend Kaori's honor was a proud point for him, even if it hadn't gone so well) and she'd dragged him to the school, which was closed for the day (the memories of countless nights spent in the music room came flooding back).

The sakura trees were what took them so long in the end; though they weren't properly in bloom yet, they still looked beautiful, and Kaori had insisted on seeing them. Time had passed in a blur regardless; as the old saying went, time flies when you're having fun, and this was the happiest they'd been for the longest time, even if it was tainted by the shadow of heavier things.

They were currently heading over the Courage Bridge, the last stop before Kaori's house to pick up her violin, and then onwards back to Kousei's home.

Apart from a bunch of kids playing with chalk on the other side of the bridge, it was abandoned, and neither car nor pedestrian could be seen approaching the bridge. The setting sun lit the sky a warm orange color, its fading rays shimmering across the water. The tall grasses on the artificial riverbanks on either side swayed in the light breeze; at night, the fireflies would come out, lighting the bushes with tiny pinpricks of light, just as they had that one night so long ago.

In most respects, the scene was much like one year ago, when the two of them had taken a leap off the bridge, prancing about and laughing in the river below. However, so much had changed since that day, and so much more was burdening their minds. One of them had died, and both of them had been reborn since that day, and so much had changed.

Kaori leaned on the railing, looking out across the river. In her mind's eye, her younger self laughed in the water, giggling like a maniac. It felt so long ago, like decades had passed rather than a single year, but there were at least two things they shared in common; both times, Kaori had been about to die, and both times, she'd lied to Kousei.

The end of the day was looming over her head like the sword of Damocles; she estimated, at best, she had seven hours left to finish her job. She prayed her parents weren't home or wouldn't notice her coming in; it was painful saying goodbye to them for the second time, doing it a third time would be incredibly cruel of her.

'But then this whole situation is cruel, isn't it? Sending me back here for only a day?'

Four hours of wandering around Nerima hadn't given her an insight into what she could even say.

'I can't just keep putting it off forever,' she reminded herself bitterly. 'I don't want to talk to him about it, but I have to. He deserves to know.'

She was scared to say anything, however; she knew Kousei deserved to know, but what would he do if he knew? The last time she'd been close to death, Kousei had avoided her, terrified and heartbroken; an insult that was worse than anything her illness could do or anyone could say. Above all else, she looked for him, searched for him, and had wanted him to be there for her so at the end she could feel less alone before passing on.

Kaori didn't want to be alone when she died again.

Her guilt consumed her. She wanted so desperately to stay here, to live with her parents and her friends and Kousei, and already she felt regret at being unable to resolve things with Watari or Tsubaki. Her parents were about to lose her again, and she'd done them a grievous injury by even meeting them the night before. Breaking the heart of the man she loved once more after working so long to fix it was something she could not stand and yet had to tolerate, and Kaori feared what would happen next.

Kousei, meanwhile, struggled with his own dilemma, leaning out and peering across the river next to her. His eyes betrayed the burden he struggled with.

'I need to talk about the letter with her. There's just so much…..too much for me to just forget about it.'

Kaori's return had aroused a torrent of emotion in him that had taken a while to process. He missed her dearly, yes; he loved her so much, so deeply that seeing her again, he was willing to acquiesce to her requests, a niggling irrational fear that she'd simply vanish again if he didn't gnawing at the back of his mind. He was happy just to talk with her one more time, just to see her face and be in her presence, but as the day progressed, his happiness was increasingly tainted with anger and guilt.

Kaori had lied to him.

Yes, she had done it for his and Tsubaki's sake, but she had lied to him; their entire relationship had been based on a complete and utter lie. Every day since her letter, he'd struggled with the 'what-ifs' and 'could-have-beens'; if she had been honest about her feelings, if they'd all been honest, if he hadn't run away from her, if they had been together before she died.

He wanted to know why she couldn't have been honest, why she couldn't have just been open; knowing how Tsubaki felt, protecting Tsubaki by lying hadn't worked very well, and all it had caused Kousei was the pain of unrequited love, believing that the girl of his dreams was totally, completely out of his reach, as if everything else Kaori had done hadn't been so painful, dragging him back kicking and screaming into the world of music he'd abandoned.

But he could take that pain, so long as it was for her sake. And he wasn't sure that was true anymore.

The two of them remained silent, struggling alone with their pain, peering out over the river, the only sound being that of the spring breeze gently brushing across the tall grasses on the riverbanks. A single sakura blossom whistled across the pavement, swirling about their heads as a sparrow settled on the railing of the bridge.

Several moments passed, the air between them pregnant with tension and things unsaid.

Kousei was the first to break the silence.

"…seems like such a long time ago, doesn't it?" he quietly mused. "Since we jumped off this bridge last year."

Kaori didn't reply for a few more moments. The young man could sense something about her, struggling to say something in reply.

"…..it has, hasn't it?"

More silence followed, the tension threatening to return and render all attempts at conversation a failure. Kousei sighed, closing his eyes.

'That was a non-starter. What aren't you telling me, Kaori?'

For some reason, the thought that Kaori was, once more, keeping something from him, got more of a rise out of him than anything had in the last year, with the sole exception of when Miike had had the gall to insult Kaori to his face.

'But I know the reason, don't I?'

Both things were rooted in the same reason; his love for Kaori was deep, and she held a dear place in his heart. The thought of anyone impugning her honor was something intolerable to him; the thought of her lying to him again was a betrayal of the trust he held so deeply in her.

He sighed once more.

"…you know," the young man started, his voice cracking slightly at the memory. "…..I was at your grave yesterday."

At that, Kaori turned towards him, her attention gained, but she didn't say a word. Her expression was hard to read, but her eyes said it all; there was much she needed to say, but for some reason, she didn't feel she had time to say it.

The last time Kaori had a look like that in her eyes, Kousei recalled with no small amount of dread, she had died the very next day.

"I….actually gave a little speech, when I was there," Kousei continued, breathing deeply. "I didn't know if it'd reach you. I'm not good at trying to speak like that; I was always better with the piano. Do you want to know what I said?"

He paused. The very words he'd said still rang in his head. They represented more than just his desire to be with Kaori again; they were his desire to fulfill unfulfilled promises, do things they'd never gotten to do, speak the wealth of unsaid things they both held within their hearts.

"I asked you to give me just one more miracle. Just one."

He fixed Kaori with a glance, the grief of losing her once painted all over his face.

"I asked you to stop being dead."

Kaori looked away, her expression tinged with shame and guilt for the briefest moments, before she mastered herself, staring back at him and returning his pained look with her own. The young man was taken aback. This was the most pained she'd looked all day; Kaori had let down her guard, allowed herself to expose her true face.

"I heard you."

She continued quietly. "You…..reached me, Kousei. You always do, with your music or because you're….you."

Her voice shook as she spoke. Whether now or later, she would have to tell him that his wish was not to be granted forever; she would have to leave soon and rip his heart from his chest all over again.

'Isn't once enough? Can't I stay? Just once, can't I stay?'

Kousei turned away. He'd heard enough- no, too much.

He couldn't look Kaori in the eye, not with what he was about to say. He couldn't handle the fact that he was about to hurt her, but he couldn't hold himself back anymore.

"If I was that important to you…then why," he spat with sudden bitterness. Kaori stepped back, the bitterness shocking her, not so much the force as the person it came from.

"Why did you lie to me?"

And there it was, the thing that Kaori feared the most.

The young man's face curled not into an expression of anger, but an expression of pain and betrayal as he rounded on his partner, demanding something of her; an answer, a justification, a denial, anything.

"You lied to me," he repeated, less bitterly and more resignedly.

"I had to do it. I couldn't….." Kaori choked out, terrified. This was the sum of all her fears, the worst-case scenario; Kousei was right to be enraged at her about her lie, but she had to defend herself somehow. "I didn't want to leave a mess when I died!"

"What mess? Who didn't you want to hurt? Tsubaki? Watari? Me?" Kousei accused her, his anger growing in his voice. "But that didn't work, did it? Because Tsubaki still thought of you as a rival! Because I-"

Kousei couldn't bring himself to say that he loved her. Not because it wasn't true- it was, and always would be- but because to use it as a weapon against her would be unforgivable. He cut himself off, instead returning to another point.

"Our whole relationship was based on a lie, Kaori! All of it! I wouldn't have cared if you had just been honest with me; if you honestly did like Watari, if you honestly weren't interested in me, then I would've been fine with just being 'Friend A' to you!"

"I didn't want to hurt any of you! Kousei, please-"

"No. I'm not done," he cut her off brusquely. "You need to listen to me this time, because there is so much, so much I need to say now. I could take that you forced me back into music against my will. I could take that you did weird things to me at the most inconvenient times. I could take all that, because you were just trying to do what you thought was necessary, and because I thought that was just your way of doing things. I didn't like them, but I thought you did them because I mattered to you, because I was important to you."

He stopped himself to contain a choked sob. It hurt to do this to Kaori, it really did, but he couldn't let it go. She had to know. She deserved to, if he was that important to her.

"But I just…..I just thought that I mattered more to you than that. I thought you could at least have been honest with me about the whole thing! I thought we all mattered to you enough that you could just be honest!"

The accusation that was being lobbed at her, that Kousei didn't matter to her at all, stung Kaori like no insult could ever do. Her whole life, her whole existence, her whole drive, from the moment she'd heard his music, had been driven to find him and return him to the world that deserved his presence. To be accused of not caring by the person she cared about the most was the only thing that could hurt her above all else.

It was her turn to throw back her own grievances.

"And I thought you wouldn't leave me when I needed you!" she retorted, throwing his betrayal back in his face. It was Kousei's turn to be shocked by Kaori's feelings of betrayal, and his turn to step back from the young woman's fury. "I was dying, Kousei! Where were you when I needed you?"

To that, he had no response, but he and Kaori both knew the answer full well; he was wallowing in his self-pity, too afraid to offer the girl he loved some measure of comfort in her dying days. The young man simply avoided her gaze in shame.

"I…..I needed you, more than anyone else, more than Tsubaki, more than Watari, and you never came. You never showed up, not until I begged and begged you to come visit me. I needed someone, Kousei, just like you did, but I never stopped trying to be with you, even then! Where were you?!"

"I didn't want to see someone I cared about die on me again!" he hurled back, partly surprised, partly angry and partly horrified. "Kaori, I already lost my mom to sickness. I didn't….I couldn't watch you die the same way. I didn't want to-"

"What, because you're a coward?! I needed you so badly and where were you? You were hiding from me because you didn't want to lose someone again!"

The accusation of cowardice stung Kousei hard; not because it was untrue, but precisely because Kaori was right. He had abandoned Kaori to be all alone; true, he had eventually mustered the courage to return to her, but that didn't excuse him at all.

"Why do you need me so much?" he asked hoarsely, already knowing the answer; she'd told him so long ago in that letter she wrote him.

'But I need to know. I have to hear it from Kaori herself. Otherwise it might just be another lie. I have to know.'

"Because I love you!" Kaori cried, her blue eyes swelling with tears, the look of a wounded animal on her face as she spoke, her voice tinged with the desperation of the dying. "I want to have you! Don't you understand?! Like you had me when you went on stage, I wanted to have you!"

She expected to see a look of hatred on Kousei's face, a look of betrayal, a look of resignation; anything, anything at all that confirmed to Kaori that he didn't love her anymore, that she at least could leave knowing his heart wouldn't break with her second death.

Instead, she was met with the exact same wounded look that resided in her own eyes.

Kousei didn't need to say that he loved Kaori back; it was all too clear in his anguished eyes that he loved her too dearly for words to even begin to express it. Even with the pain that his love for her had caused him, he loved her anyway.

Horror grew in Kaori's heart.

She'd hurt him so badly, so deeply, and ironically all because she'd wanted to avoid that pain.

'What…..what have I done…..'

The letter wasn't enough to explain everything. It could never have been.

The two of them stared at each other, breathing heavily. The rage was leaving them; they loved each other too much, too deeply to stay so angry at each other. The fires of fury dissipated, to be replaced with the dawning horror that they had possibly hurt each other and tore deep wounds in their minds that could never be fixed in time, and a great sadness at having hurt their beloved.

Fear gripped Kaori's very soul.

She had done terrible, terrible things. She had hurt Kousei, hurt him so badly in ways she could only imagine.

It was all her fault.

Yes, he was a coward, but it was her fault for dragging him into her life, her fault for making him witness her decline, her fault for not distancing herself from him when she had so little time left. She'd had no right to do that, no right to subject him to so much pain for her own benefit.

She had to leave, before she did anything else, before she dragged him to Hell again like she had before. She had no right to make him watch her suffer, so she wouldn't tell him about how long she had left. He needed someone else, someone who could be honest with him about everything, someone who wouldn't hurt him like she had.

Before Kousei could reach out to her, Kaori turned and ran away, sprinting in the direction of her former home, tears streaming from her eyes as she left, trying to hold in what was left of her disintegrating composure, disappearing around the corner across the bridge.

"Kaori!" he cried desperately, reaching out to stop her, but it was no use. She was too far away, hell-bent on running. He felt tears well up in his own eyes, and did nothing to stop them falling.

'Kaori, please…..don't leave me again…..'

He'd already lost Kaori once, and he could do nothing about it that time, and every day since he lost her, he swore that if he ever had a second chance, he would stay by her side, as a friend or as her lover, to make up for what he had not done. Now that Kaori had returned, he had lost her again, and this time it was his fault for driving her away.

Her lie in April had hurt him deeply when he'd found out it was nothing more than her plan, and he was right to be angry with her about it. However, he hadn't meant to break her heart in return for breaking his; this wasn't some sort of tit-for-tat war, or at least he hadn't intended it to be.

It was best if he left her alone.

She deserved someone who wouldn't run away when she needed them the most, someone who wasn't a coward, who wouldn't drive her away. He'd hurt her just as badly as she'd hurt him.

'It's for the best…..right?'

The time was six o'clock in the evening.

The sun was setting over the river as night began to show its face, the sky darkening with the last rays of the vast daystar disappearing over the horizon and the small fluorescent lights of the fireflies began pulsing from within the reeds on the riverbanks. Two sakura petals soared across the bridge, following in the direction Kaori had fled in, fluttering past Kousei's outstretched hand. The sparrow took flight with the fading breeze, as the petals descended to the ground, before settling still.

Kaori Miyazono had run away, plagued by her guilt, and Kousei Arima had refused to follow, consumed with his own.

The day was ending.

April 1, Nerima, Tokyo

Six hours remaining.

Eurydice

Fall

A/N: I always thought Kaori and Kousei got off too easy for being respectively manipulative and cowardly in the series. Well, Kaori more so than Kousei, anyway; I felt, like quite a few viewers did, that what Kaori did to Kousei in order to get him back into music was a little unjustifiably manipulative, especially considering what had gotten him out of it in the first place. It was well-intentioned, and Kaori as a whole is a good person, but I felt like she deserved at least a little criticism for her actions.

Similarly, while I actually massively relate to Kousei in terms of life experiences and Kousei himself is also generally a good person, I felt that him hiding from Kaori when she was sick was pretty dickish. I decided that he, too, needed to be called out on not doing his utmost to support the girl he loved. It's just an opinion, and I still love those two (otherwise, I wouldn't be wasting my time writing a story trying to hook them both up), so please take it with a grain of salt. And anyway, it'll be all the sweeter in the end.

Anyway, now that that's done, only two more chapters to go. Actually, three. I might have lied a bit about this only being four chapters, but then again I had so many ideas for this I couldn't possibly fit them all in four chapters. So, I hope you enjoyed that, leave your ideas, comments, criticisms, reviews, thoughts and suggestions, and I hope you have a GREAT day! Until next time!