AN: I've taken forever, I know! But my brilliant excuse is that I have finals. And they suck. Two essays on mood, theme, diction. In two hours. Not fun! Shark disection final. That's right people, I know all the intimate insides of a fish. Anyways, that's my reason. Hopefully I'll be able to write more since this is my last week of school (FINALLY!) This is the final one in my pre-anime arc! AHHHHHH SO EXCITED . This one is full of feels. I tried to make it realistic, let me know how i did. R&R!
I don't anything, plain and simple. Except for clothes. And my Oc. And my life. But you know, nothing important.
I grip my sides as I try to hold back the laughter that shakes me but Kaoru-san's red face spurs me to continue. "D-don't laugh!" He sputters defensively. "Anyone could have made the mistake!" Not really.
"I don-don't think that th-t-they would hav-have, Kaoru-san," I mumble with a wide grin as I keep on reading the paper that he has written. "Di-did you even read the text bo-b-book?" He makes a noise of mock outrage and lunges for the paper. I squeal loudly in surprise and stumble backwards in an attempt to finish reading it. "You d-do know that samurai ar-aren't, and I quo-quote, 'b-buff guy-guys that swing sword-swords and save the hot pri-princess', right? How mu-much anime do yo-you watch?"
The boy finally wrenches the paper from me and holds it to his chest defensively, sticking his tongue out at me. "Just because you can't grasp the higher understanding I have of the awesome way of the samurai doesn't mean that you have to nag about it," he snorts at me snootily and I chortle with laughter again.
"Well, I'l-I'll be sure to let y-y-you explain that to the teach-teacher."
"In my defense, Hikaru is always the one that does the history." We both grin at each other and I take the paper from him so that I correct it. I never would have thought that Kaoru-san would have been this awful at history.
"T-there is no way that some-someone can be this aw-a-awful," I inform him as I finish reading the paper. Most of the thing is crossed out. "I th-think that you'll work on the po-poster captions from now o-on."
"Hey, I haven't read a single thing about the samurai. I think, considering that, I've done pretty well." My mouth drops open in disbelief as the teen stares back nonchalantly, his shoulders raised in a dismissive motion.
"H-how do you have such a hi-high grade in the cl-class then?" I manage out in awe. There is no way that he could have passed the tests without flunking them if he hasn't read anything!
"I cheat. Duh, I thought that was obvious." I slam my head on my desk, thinking back on all of the cram nights I had to go through just to get a B. And he sails right through the class. "Are you broken?" A finger pokes my head.
I raise my head and rub my forehead in a calming motion. I'll make it through this. You know, when he offered his help, I had thought that Kaoru-san would be more… uh help. "I gu-guess that I should get sta-s-started on revising the paper." More like rewriting the whole thing.
"I think that you should get snacks first. I'm hungry." My eyebrow twitches at the demand but I get up anyways. Better not to risk him annoying me if I refuse.
"W-what do you wan-want?" I question as I trudge away.
"Uhhhh, how about cake." Cake? Now? That takes a while.
"I-I'll see what I can d-do. You finish that p-poster while I-I'm go-g-gone."
(Kaoru P.O.V.)
Akari leaves and I let a sigh leave my lungs slowly. I don't hate her or anything, but sucking up to her is a pain. I wrote that stupid thing about the samurai just to get her to relax. Hopefully getting cake will take her a while. Knowing her, she'll stay outside the kitchen until it's done just so that she won't make me mad. Getting her to do whatever I want is so much easier when she's scared of Hikaru and me.
Guilt instantly pools in my gut once the thought registers and I frown viciously. No, I can't let that happen. I'm not supposed to care; it's just supposed to be Hikaru and me. Hopefully, Hikaru's plan works. They usually do.
"How well do you actually know Akari?" I blink at the question, going over the short list of things I know about her in my head. My brother grins at me, knowing that I don't know much. "Not much. So, imagine if you went snooping around her house some. She's been hiding something and I bet that if you find out what, you'll change your mind and we can go back to how things are supposed to be."
The guilt grows to an immense amount and I hesitate to even get up from the chair I was sitting in. Come on, Kaoru. There is no way that you should care about someone like Akari. There isn't anything great about her. Nothing. So why do I care?
"Quite simply, Akari is asking whether or not it's okay if she tries to become your friend; she wants to be friends with Hikaru and Kaoru, not the Hitachiin Brothers."
Maybe it's because she does. No, that can't be it, there are a few people that actually care but we just push them away like everyone else because we can't risk it. Why is it so hard for me to push her away then?
"C-can we b-b-be frien-friends again?"
She assumed even before we had answered her question. I think that's what pissed Hikaru off the most. We had thought that maybe she could be okay; that we could hold her a little closer than everyone else but then Akari goes and tries to shove her way in. It bothered me. No, it pissed me off. But I still get that guilt in my gut when I think of how we shoved her away just as harshly. And then she ran! That's what Hikaru and I wanted all along but still… she just ran away, as soon as we started to distance ourselves.
Disappointed and hurt. That's what I am. She may have nothing really great about her but I thought that she had the ability to actually do something. I thought that she wouldn't leave right away like everyone else. My fists clench at the thoughts and I slam them on the table harshly. God damnit. Hikaru was right. Even if we do eventually let someone in, it can't be someone like her. Especially not now.
Why do I still feel guilty then?
I shake my head viciously and sneak out of the room, looking for anything interesting. Anything to hint that there is a secret. This place is so empty. And boring. I would have thought that with a family with someone like her uncle, her house would have been more decorated at the least. There's barely a pictu- What's that?
I walk back a few steps and look up at the framed picture on the wall. Is this her family? She had a brother? I blink in shock at the somber looking family picture, instantly seeing the resemblance between the siblings. He looks a couple years older than her, but they look a lot alike. I look at her parents curiously, the observation that she barely ever mentions her family willingly urging me on. She is definitely her mother's child, if anything. They look a lot alike, but her mom has grown into her looks unlike Akari, who is like the ugly duckling. Her dad only gives the siblings his eye color.
Why doesn't she mention them more often? I know that I don't mention mom often but if Hikaru was my older sibling (even the thought of it is weird) I'm sure that I would talk about him even a little. Akari mentioned him even less than her parents. Actually, she didn't mention him at all. Curiosity fills me; I want to find out why.
No, that isn't what I'm looking for. I need to find out all the bad things on Akari. Where would a girl keep all of their secrets? The cliché idea hits me. Diary. Is it really that easy? A wicked grin starts to curl up my lips and I walk away from the family portrait, looking for Akari's room.
"Hitachiin-sama?" I look over my shoulder to see one of Akari's servants staring at me questionably, her lips pursed like she's annoyed.
I give her a charming smile and bow to her. "Kaoru Hitachiin. I was never told your name…."
The lady blushes and I smother a victorious grin. Hook. Line. And sinker. "Kotone," she introduces herself. "Hitachiin-sama, I thought that you would be working on the project in the library with Akari-sama?" This will be easy.
"We need something from Akari's room she said and she went to get snacks. I got bored and decided to look for her room myself," I shrug slightly. "Would you mind helping me?"
The servant seems to hesitate and I resist the urge to huff in annoyance. It seems that they have a little more sense than I would have thought. "I… I don't know, Hitachiin-sama. Akari-sama usually doesn't let anyone in her room besides Roger-sama." Her answer makes my eyes sparkle with curiosity. All the more reason for me to get in there.
I let my expression fall and she looks even more nervous. "I guess that I'll just have to wait…" I start to head back, even though I have no idea where I'm going. I'll just find another way to her room.
"Wait." I peer at the servant and let a hopeful smile edge my lips. Come on, come on. "I guess that it'll be alright if I accompany you," she smiles at me indulgently, beckoning me with her hand towards the way I was headed. Score!
"Thank you," I answer gratefully just to seal the deal, grinning like the cat that ate the canary on the inside. Women are so easy to control.
"It is my job to help the Oita family, Hitachiin-sama, and that includes all of their guests," she answers smoothly. Talk about dedication. "Although, I am more than happy to help someone as charming as yourself." She leads me through the halls, the curves and turns soon overwhelming my head. I never would have found her room if it wasn't for her. "Akari-sama's room is on the other side of the mansion along with the rest of her family." I perk up at the chance to do some digging.
"Akari has a brother, doesn't she?" I question innocently.
Kotone nods. "Yes, Hideki-sama also lives in this wing of the home along with her parents."
"Why doesn't she mention him often?" Like a shutter, the servant's expression turns into neutrality and her voice becomes cold. Ouch.
"I imagine that it's because they don't get to see each other often due to Hideki-sama working with their father." My eyes narrow slightly before I paste a friendly face on when she looks at me. This family is definitely hiding something.
"I can't imagine not being able to see my brother that little." For once, the truth comes out of my mouth.
"They both see each other as much as possible. Moving on, Hitachiin-sama, we're here." She opens the door slightly and leads me in. I look around curiously but I keep it to a minimum due to the servant's watchful eyes burning holes in my back. Give me a break.
"Akari said that we need some notes she had from class…. Do you know where those would be?" Hopefully not here.
"Akari-sama usually keeps her notes in her bag, which Takumi has at the moment. It's odd for her to be so forgetful…" I shrug nonchalantly as I can nearly hear the gears turning in her head as she tries to find a reason to doubt me. "I'll go get them. Wait outside her door." I walk out easily and wait until she leaves before ope- locked. Damn, she was smarter than I thought. I wriggle the handle some more and let out a growl of frustration. I was so close. Click. Seriously? This lock sucks. I open the door after I peer over my shoulder one last time, clear.
I examine her room again, taking in the messy desk and bookcase cluttered with items that she probably deems valuable. They look like trash though. Her bed is made and pristine. Posters and pictures line the walls. Overall, it's a typical teenager room, besides the bed. I walk over to her desk and start to shuffle through all of the papers and drawers. Junk. Trash. What the hell is- I don't want to even know why she has a sandwich in here. Trash. Junk. Homework. Junk. Junk. Junk. Useless. Journal. Trash. Ju-
Journal?
I look back and see a leather notebook with stickers tagged on, some ones that a child would have and others one Akari would most likely possess. I grin in triumph and get out of the room before that persistent servant comes back. The journal lies heavily in the pocket and I pat it slightly self-consciously. Why do I feel guilty? This is no different from messing with all of the other girls and their stupid love notes. Why am I reacting so oddly?
"I got the notes Hitachiin-sama." I look up at the servant and take the notebook she holds out to me.
"Cool. Can you show me the way back now?" She nods and we start to take even more twists and turns to get back to the library.
"I have to apologize to you, Hitachiin-sama, I was very rude." I raise my eyebrows slightly at her surprising admission. Kotone doesn't look back at me as she keeps walking forward and she continues, "When I first saw you and your brother with Akari-sama, I was suspicious. I didn't trust you to be Akari-sama's friend. But after today, I see that she has at least one good friend between the two of you." She finally glances back and a grateful smile lights up her face. Her staff really cares about her. It's like she has her own little family. "So for that, you have my thanks." And the guilt grows. But I still don't mention a word about the precious journal in my pocket.
I just want things to go back to the way things were.
"Guilt is a useless feeling. It's never enough to make you change direction-only enough to make you useless." ― Daniel Nayeri, Another Faust
(Akari P.O.V.)
I walk back in to see Kaoru-san diligently working (finally) and the captions were almost done. Wow, he works way faster than I do. "I brought snac-snacks," I mumble around the fork of cake in my mouth and he grins at me happily. I settle down on the table and see… are those my notes? "Why do you have my notes?"
"One of your servants brought it in. Thought it would be helpful they said. Hey, this cake is good." Kaoru-san begins to eat more quickly and abandons the pen that he had been using to write the captions.
I lean over to assess the work that he's done while I was gone and widen my eyes in surprise. "H-hey, thi-t-this is actually really go-good." I look over to the teen and question teasingly, "I thoug-thought that you haven't r-read the bo-book?"
"I haven't. I looked it up on my phone while you were gone." I shrug slightly; I don't really care how he does it as long as it's done well.
"At thi-this rate I-I'll finish ear-early. Tha-thank you Kaoru-san," I inform him gratefully as I begin to write the paper. I stare in confusion as he takes the paper from me. "H-hey, what are yo-you doing?"
He sticks his tongue out at me playfully and throws back, "I'm finishing the paper, idiot, I thought that was obvious." The words hold no malice in them, so for once I don't flinch at his words or cower.
"Le-less work for m-me I guess." I lean back, watching him look up things on his phone and jot down sentences. I finish the cake quickly and set the plate down, relishing in the sweet taste in my mouth.
"Fine, leave me to do everything."
I can't decipher his tone and nervousness starts to fill me, making me jump to fix this. "I-I'll do it if yo-you don't wa-w-want to, Kaor-Kaoru-san…. I wa-was suppose-supposed to an-anyways." Anger starts to fill my mind but I shove it away so that it rests in the back of my head. I wouldn't stand a chance even against just Kaoru-san. It isn't worth it. I clench my hands and rub them on the material of my uniform so get rid of the clamminess. I had thought that this was going well actually.
"I'm kidding!" My head snaps back up to look up at Kaoru-san to see him holding his hands up in surrender. "Look, I know that we black-mailed you into doing this and all but that doesn't mean that we are totally ruthless. I'll do my part, okay? You've done a bunch of research and put the whole poster together. I might as well do the paper. Don't freak out so much." I look away from him, a blush of embarrassment staining my cheeks.
"S-s-sorry." I just don't want to make him mad, not again. "I-I don't want to m-make yo-you mad." I glance at his face nervously before flicking my eyes to look away from him. No, I don't want to know what he looks like. "Yo-you and Hikaru-san sca-scare me." Why am I telling him this? I should stop. Wait, what's the point? I've already buried myself some; I might as well go the whole six feet. "I-I don't even know why I tri-tried to be your guy's fri-f-friend. Yo-you're both so m-m-mean at times. B-B-but I thou-thought that you two we-were lonely." I pause and glance at Kaoru-san's face again, apprehension filling me but I see that he only holds curiosity.
"We have each other."
A chuckle escapes me despite myself and I nod. "Y-yeah. Bu-but tha-t-that isn't enough. Ever-everyone needs a fri-friend that will be there si-simply becau-b-because they wanted t-to be there, not be-because you both were a-always wi-with each other. I thou-thought that I coul-could be that friend for bot-both of you." I rub the back of my neck nervously. "S-stu-stupid, I know, but I wan-wanted to help. Any-anyways, thanks for th-the help." I grin sheepishly at him and he just stares at me in something that looks like shock.
"You aren't all that bad, Akari." I grin wider at him and mentally pat myself on the back.
"Yo-you aren't ei-either, Kao-Kaoru-san."
"AKARI! I hear that you've had a boy over under my nose! The outrage of it all! My dear niece, why must you grow up?!" I blink at my uncle before the words register and a brilliant blush sprouts on my cheeks. Of course, my grasp on the Japanese language fails me now.
"W-wh-what?! N-no, no!" I deny furiously, waving my hands back and forth and trying to form more words. Why does he always jump to that first?
Brathair-mathar points an accusing finger at me, yelling, "I know one of those boys were here! I can feel it in the air." He crushed me to his chest and pets my hair possessively. "Don't worry, niece, I'll keep you safe from the chauvinistic men!"
Scary! I wrench myself away, breathing heavily and clenching at my chest as well as holding a hand out to the beast to keep it away.
"K-Kaor-Kaoru-san was jus-just here to help me wi-with the pro-project!" I reveal quickly and the thick set man deflated like a balloon.
"Oh." My eyebrow twitches at the man but I let it drop as I take a deep breath. Crazy old man.
I change the subject swiftly, moving to something that I had been wondering about since I got home. "An-anyways, where have you been all afternoon?"
"I was with my sister." My head snaps up and any light heartedness had dropped from my countenance along with Brathair-mathar's.
"Is she doing okay? Will I be able to visit her soon? Did she remember me this time? What did you talk to her about? Was she even awake? Ho-."
"Calm down, lass!" I close my mouth obediently at his order, my eyes searching his face. My kin heaves a deep sigh and I feel a drop in my stomach. That isn't good. No. She has to be okay. I can't lose her. She has to be okay. "Her state is deteriorating." The small amount of hope I had dies and I clench my hands tightly to stop myself from crying but a whimper still emits from me. Oh, God no, please, I can't lose her.
I lurch forward and hug Brathair-mathar tightly. I peer up at him with watering eyes and beg, "T-te-tell me tha-t-that it isn't ba-bad. Tell m-me tha-that she'll b-be ok-okay." I don't care if it's misleading me. I need a false assurance.
He wraps his arms around me and rubs my back soothingly. "They're taking her to her specialist; the one that she went to when she first got into the accident." The one that I caused. "He needs all of his equipment so he can't come here. We're all going tomorrow, that's the soonest that they can get a plane that can carry all of the medical equipment they need to- to make sure she stays awake."
To make sure she doesn't die.
(Kaoru P.O.V.)
Hikaru and I grin at the journal I had nabbed from Akari and open it in our room, struggling to read the writing that was written by a kid. "Ugh, this will take forever!" I complain loudly, tossing to Hikaru so he could decipher it.
"As long as we find something on the idiot, it'll be worth it." I look over at my twin and nod, grinning mischievously with him. "Found something." His serious tone makes me look over curiously and I move over so that I could peer over his shoulder. I stare at the writing on the water splotched page. Was she crying the whole time she was writing? Damn, what a crybaby. I start to read through it slowly, my eyes widening in shock. What the hell?
"Is this what she's been hiding?" I question, my voice full of shock. No wonder she had been crying.
"It must be, I wonder what we can use this against her for." Even he doesn't sound eager to go through the process of black mailing someone for once. This is…. this that metaphorical line that you don't cross in a person for Akari.
"Hikaru, I'm not sure…."
My brother whirls on me, voicing what's going through my head. "What else are we supposed to do?! Just let her in? Let her stay in our world when she can't do anything!" I stare at him in shock, did he just admit that…? No, she can't be. She can't be inside.
"N-no…. she can't be with us," I deny stubbornly.
"Face it, Kaoru. The damn idiot is with us whether we like it or not." God damn it, we both care. We both care. She lingers in our world and we can't get rid of her no matter what we do!
I don't want to let someone in though. No someone like Akari. "We have to fix it, we have to do something."
I slam the journal shut in frustration and leave it to sit there like a silent accusation. Look at what you want to do to her, it screams. How could you? "I can't use that." His voice was dead. My teeth clench tightly but I don't disagree with him. This is one of the few times that he's being mature. We won't use her mom against her. We refuse to go that far. "There has to be something else," he mutters to himself, grabbing the damn journal and flipping through it furiously.
My hand rests on his shoulder to stop him from destroying it and he looks at me over his shoulder. "There won't be something else, Hikaru." The undeniable truth is running through both of our minds.
We both care and we don't know what to do.
(Akari P.O.V.)
I hug my friends tightly, promising to call them as soon as I get to Spain. Yui-chan nearly started to cry before informing me that she would be visiting in her private jet, often. I wave to them half-heartedly as I start to walk away, my smile a little sad. I couldn't find Kaoru-san or Hikaru-san, so I couldn't say goodbye to either of them, even though it would only be appreciated by one of them. I feel a little bad about it. I don't like leaving on bad terms. I guess that it can't be helped.
"Akari." I look over curiously and my face brightens when I see Kaoru-san along with Hikaru-san standing slightly behind him, a neutral look on his face.
"Kaoru-san, Hikaru-san!" I greet in surprise. Who would have thought that they would both talk to me? "I couldn't find you ea-earlier but I turned in the proj-pr-roject to the teacher. I-I had h-hoped to let you know so th-that it would-wou-wouldn't be a-a surprise whe-when you couldn't find me so I guess it's good t-that we ra-ran into eac-each o-other." They exchange a look, automatically understanding what they're trying to communicate to one another. It's weird.
"What are you talking about?" They question together, confusion making them tilt their heads that the same time like a mirror.
I rub the back of my neck and inform them, "W-well, I have to mo-m-move back to Spain for p-p-pers-personal reasons. I'm sorry." They wince slightly and look at each other before Hikaru-san sighs and nods his head. I furrow my brow in confusion. This is really weird, something has to be going on. "A-anyways, I ju-just wanted to say good-goodbye- to th-the both of you." I look them both in the eyes, one of the few times I had been able to accomplish it.
Surprisingly, Hikaru-san steps forward to talk to me and I take a step back nervously. You can't be too careful. "We, uh, we have something to tell you," he reveals, but doesn't elaborate.
"Wh-what, Hikaru-san?" I question, tilting my head like they had done. They look at me in shock before Kaoru-san speaks up.
"I may have…. Itookyourjournal." I blink in confusion at him. What did he say?
"God damnit, we took your journal and looked through it, Akari!" Hikaru-san snaps at me in frustration, making me flinch before the words register. I feel myself go rigid as my mind whirls. My journal? They took my journal. I don't write in it often so it isn't surprising that I missed it but I wrote about everything that bothered. Everything I didn't want anyone to know. Hikaru-san holds it out to me and I grab it with a trembling hand.
"Y-you wha-what?" My voice was faint and my eyes burn from being opened so wide. Or maybe I want to cry. I can't tell. They took my journal. "Don-don't tell me tha-that you read it," I continue shakily, looking up at them. Please tell me that they didn't.
Kaoru-san reaches forward but I back away again and he winces. "Look, we're sorry. We really are, Akari. If we had known what was in it we wouldn't have looked," he explains, confirming my worst fears. God damnit, they read through my journal. They know about Mother. They know about everything.
"You….you both… how could you?" Why? What do they get out of this? Words seem to fail them. Anger springs up like a monster, welling up in me uncontrollably. "No. You d-don't get to do that!" I shake in anger. "Why did you do this?! What right do you two have?!" They open their mouths but now I'm on a roll. "None!" I stomp forward, anger leading to recklessness. "You two are so stupid! What did you plan to do? Find out all of my secrets and rub them in my face? Like you're better than I am?!"
"No, we-."
"Shut it!" I nearly snarl at them both and they wisely shut their mouths but I see the defensiveness starting to well up in them too. I can't bring myself to care. "Well, news flash! Neither or you are better than I am! Shoving everyone away like toys that aren't good enough for you! What makes you so precious? Nothing! You know what, who cares which one is which?" I sneer in their faces, pressing a finger in both of their chests. "Both of you are just as rotten as the other!" My chest heaves as I finish with a face red. I've gone too far. Who the hell cares now? Regret starts to come up but I crush it harshly. No, I'm in the right. I'm right. They're awful.
Anger is fully written across both of their faces now and I know that there is no going back. "At least our mother knows who we are!"
I shut down. Every feeling leaves me and I just deflate. I don't know who said it. But it hurt. I should have just not have said anything. But now it's too late. We both crossed the line. "Yeah, that's great for you two," I respond tonelessly. They both stare at me with the same expression. "Sorry that I tried," I blurt suddenly. I'm sure that they know what I'm referring to. "I just not realized that it isn't worth it for someone like me to try."
I walked away from them and for once, I didn't look back.
I walk down the aisle, moving quickly in my fear. I have to see her. I have to. I open the door roughly and see Brother kissing her on the forehead, whispering words to her. They both look at me and for once his eyes don't cloud in anger. They never do when she's around. "I- I ju-just came….I'm sorry," I murmur. "I-I'll ju-just wait."
"No," Mother's weak voice protests over the noises of the medical equipment. "You can feel free to do whatever you came here to do." Brother doesn't say anything against her, staring at me with eyes full of…. Pity. I don't need your pity. I don't want it. I drop my thoughts and focus on Mother. Thank God that we're taking her to the specialist. Hopefully, he can help her again.
"Tha-thank you." I walk forward and sit on the other side of the bed, wringing my hands nervously. I don't want to cause an episode. I can't let her know that I'm her daughter. I stare at her face and her eyes try to focus on me that they wander around listlessly. "I-." My words die in my throat and her eyes focus on me momentarily. "I…I'm so so-sorry." My hands fly up to grasp hers and she weakly returns it. Sobs start to escape me and I cradle her cold hand to my face. "I'm s-so sorr-s-sorry." My chest heaves as I try to stop and my breath hiccups embarrassingly. I shouldn't be crying like this. It's disgraceful. I can't stop though. "I-I didn't mea-mean to get you hu-hurt. I-I'm sorry."
My frail parent finally focuses on me and wheezes to answer me. "Hon-honey…. This can't be…you're fault. You're…. not…. Even old enou-…. Enough to drive…. Don't… blame yourself… I…don't even remember…se-seeing you… there. Don't….be…sad." Pain fills me and I start to keen, my cries echoing in the room.
"I-It's all m-m-my fault…. I'm so sorry," I whisper to her past my sobs, sniffles, and hiccups like a mantra. She just shushes me quietly and rubs my head with her hand soothingly. I don't know how long I spent sobbing but nobody says anything, just lets me get it out. Eventually I pull myself together, rubbing my running nose with my sleeve. "I-I…. I shou-should go. I h-h-hope you get bett-be-better." I get up quickly and walk away.
As I walk away, I hear her address Brother. "She…was so nice…. Why was sh-….she crying about….me? I don't…. even know her."
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
-In the End by Linkin Park