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What should have been a dream ended up being a nightmare?
The worst part was, Hitomi didn’t understand why what should have been a dream felt like a nightmare instead. She was, after all, in a relationship with Kyosuke Kamijo like she wanted and they should have been the perfect couple.
Instead, Kyosuke was distant towards her and she found herself watching him from a distance, not ever actually feeling like his girlfriend despite the fact they were officially a couple. She’d stand there, watching him play, his back turned to her and she knew that the mournful melody wasn’t for her.
She tried pushing it into the back of her head, yet she knew the melody was for Sayaka and not her.
The melody floated through the air, lingering as Sayaka didn’t. Sayaka didn’t—
There lingered the mystery regarding why Sayaka disappeared let alone where she disappeared to. Just as the melody floated through the air, so did the whispers—whispers that Sayaka committed suicide for some reason. The notes from the melody lingered in the air and Hitomi pressed her lips together, frustrated as Kyosuke turned towards her, walking off stage as if she wasn’t there.
“Kyosuke—“
“It’s wrong.”
“What is?”
“The music.”
“What do you mean? It was beautiful like always.”
“I’m not getting it right.” Kyosuke held up his hand, the one which had been injured. “I thought if I could play again---”
“What?”
“I thought I’d find it. What I had before. But it’s not there.” He then said, “She’s not there. I mean, I keep thinking she is, but whenever I turn to look for her, Sayaka isn’t there.”
“Sayaka.”
“I should have apologized, even confessed—“ He stopped.
“Confessed what?”
He looked up at her, a rather hollow look on his face, yet the look he gave her said she should guess what he was thinking, that he’d wanted to confess to Sayaka. He sighed, then turned away. “It doesn’t matter. She didn’t think of me that way.”
Hitomi swallowed, hating what he just said, as if she’d lost—big time, despite the fact she should feel as if she’d won. “If she did, she would have confessed to you before I did.”
“What?” Kyosuke’s voice strained. “What do you mean by that?”
“Nothing.”
“No. You meant something by that as if you’d given her a deadline or something.” Which of course made her swallow nervously. He sucked in his breath. “You—please tell me you didn’t.”
“She would have confessed if she did—“
“How much time did you give her?”
“A day.”
“You gave her a day?”
“A day was long enough.”
“You’re delusional to think that! But you’re honestly telling me—” Kyosuke shook his head. “There I was, thinking I wasn’t good enough, that she wouldn’t like me after I—is this why she disappeared?”
“You’re not innocent. I mean, what did you do that made you think she wouldn’t like you?”
“It—” Kyosuke looked at the ground. “I don’t think this is going to work.”
“What do you mean?”
“I thought you were her friend, but you went and did that.”
She opened her mouth.
“Don’t. I’m at least able to admit that I’d done something wrong, which was why I didn’t tell her I’d gotten out let alone approach her when I got out. That, and--” Kyosuke looked at the ground. “Why would she like someone like me?”
He turned, leaving her there, her mouth hanging open, but her dream come true was in reality a nightmare.