***At Last***


A Haruka and Michiru fanfic.

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*  DEC 1997   *

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	“Michiru, you are not to continue playing the violin. We just can’t afford
it anymore.” she told me plainly.
	“No!”  I screamed, ”You can’t do this to me, I won’t let you!”
	“Face the fact, Michiru, we need the money. We have to sell your violin in
 we are to continue to survive. We need food, electricity, water, gas...”
	“Mama stop! I won’t let you take my violin away!” I felt warm tears running down my
 face as I brought my trembling self towards my room.

			~~~~~

	What’s this feeling? Is this sadness? It feels so deep, so painful! Is this what
 people mean when they say that their feelings are hurt? It really hurts, physically!
 It’s tearing me apart, I don’t want to feel like this! What am I going to do? I have to
 go to school tomorrow, I have tests to write... Oh God, help me please! I need love! I
 hate my dad, him and his stupid affair with a bitchy slut who stole all our money.He
 doesn’t even care about me! And my mom who’s going crazy, and who never listens to me,
 never has time for me. I don’t have anyone to confide in. Oh please Lord! Please help
 me! Send me some love! Please help me to live on.

			~~~~~

	 I feel so weak! It’s only third period, and I am so damn tired! As I looked into my
 reflection in the washroom mirror, I noticed how yellowish I look. Maybe I should go
 home and rest, but then again, maybe not. I never want to go home again, but where else
 can I go? 
	“Are you feeling well?” I turned around and saw a girl  looking at me worriedly. I
 smiled.
	“Yes, I’m fine. I just didn’t get enough sleep last night. Thanks for your concern.”
 I replied. It actually sounded convincing, like I was really all right. I suppose it’s
 what I do best, pretending that everything is all right and that I lead a normal life.
	“You’re Kaiou Michiru, aren’t you?” She asked nervously.
	“Yes I am.”
	“Wow! I’ve heard so much about you.”
	“All good things, I hope.” I replied casually. Just what did she hear about me?
	“Euh, yes of course! “ she exclaimed. “You are so lucky to be rich and to have such
 great parents!”
	“Yes.....I suppose.” This conversation is getting too awkward. Maybe I should just
 go....now......
	“ And I heard that you are a great violinist! I wish that I could hear you play
 sometime......”she said wistfully, “and I saw some of your artwork by the school
 entrance. They are beautiful. Honestly, I am so jealous of you! You must lead suck a
 happy life....”
	“Thank you, I’m glad that you enjoy my art, but I really must get going....” I have
 to get out of here, NOW!
	“ I’m so glad that I got a chance to talk to you.....” I heard her say as I rushed
 through the washroom door. I wish people would stop saying stuff like that to me. So
 maybe I used to be rich, so maybe I seem happy, so maybe it appears that I have a
 perfect life, but what do they know? They all lead a better life than I do.
			~~~~~

	Sigh! It has been such a long day! I flopped down onto my bed. It felt so
 comfortable and inviting for a nice long sleep, but something felt out of place. As I
 turned onto my side, I saw that my violin was no longer on my desk.
	“Mama!” I hollered. “Where’s my violin?” I asked as I stomped into her room.
	“I told you I was going to sell it. We got $700 for it!” she replied.
	“But I told you not to! It’s mine, not yours!”
	“Desperate times call for desperate measures.”
	“We are not in desperate times!” I protested.
	“Oh, shut up! I spoiled you, Michiru!”
	“I hate you!” 
	“Do I care?” She glared at me, and I felt anger welling up inside if my body.
	“I hate you! I hate all of you!” I screamed.  I left her room. “I’ll hate you
 forever!” I yelled as I slammed her door shut. “See who’ll care if you ever die!” I
 hollered as I went into my room. “I won’t!” I screamed as I slammed my own door shut.
 All alone in my room, my refuge, I gasped for air. Tears were streaming down my face. 
 I felt like I was suffocating. I need air! I slid into my bed and buried myself
 underneath the covers, and cried until I finally fell into a semi sleep.

	I had a wonderful dream, yet it was so weird. I was in a coffee shop with the cutest
 guy I’ve ever seen. Well, maybe not the cutest guy ever, but I felt something for him.
 Was it love? I don’t know, love is something I’ve never experienced before. Maybe it
 was. It felt so strong! His greenish blue eyes looked into mine with such care, his
 short blond hair perfectly framed his face, but maybe it wasn’t a he. For some odd
 reason, I think that it was a girl, but it can’t be! He appeared to be a guy! Oh! Who
 cares, it was only a dream, but I wish that it was real. Oh, it felt so nice!

			~~~~~

	“Michiru, come down here, right now!”
	“Yes mama.” I replied as I hurriedly walked down the steps into the living room.
	“Help me empty out the two bottom floors, will you? We have to get everything out of
 here as soon as possible.” She told me.” Just bring everything upstairs.”
	“Why?”
	“Stop asking me all these questions, just do what you’re told to do for once!”
	“But why do we have to move everything upstairs?” I asked. What is going on?
	“Are you going to help me or not?” She was getting impatient.
	“Not until you tell me what’s going on. I have the right to know. I live here too.”
 I replied. This isn’t fair!
	“Your dad and I decided to rent the two bottom floors of the house out so that we
 could mak some money. You know how we need the money. We’ll just add a door here to
 separate them from us.” she told me, motioning to the opening at the bottom of the
 staircase from the living room to the family room. “ We have to get everything
 upstairs!”
	“But it won’t all fit!” I protested.
	“Just shut up and help me.”
	“I’m not helping you! I don’t agree with what you’re doing.”
	“It doesn’t matter, Michiru. This decision was made by your father and I, we don’t
 need your approval. Just do what you’re told to do!”
	“No! You can’t make me!” I screamed. I hate them! They can’t do this to me!
	“We don’t need this attitude right now Michiru, are you going to help or not?”
	“NO!” I replied as I walked briskly  back up into my room, and like a gust of wind,
 slammed the door shut. The sound echoed throughout the house, and I could feel the
 floor trembling underneath me.
	“Fine!” I heard my mom scream. “Be a no good piece of shit. Don’t help us. What a
 spoiled little bitch!” she continued as she lectured me while she moved boxes upstairs.
 I can’t stand it when she does this. She won’t stop yelling for hours! I walked towards
 my stereo, carefully picked a CD and played it as loud as I could. Let’s see if it can
 drown her voice out.....
	“You have to learn to become responsible! Just because you had such a good life
 before, you became a useless......” DARN! It didn’t work! “Don’t think that it’ll
 continue. We’ll see how you’ll survive out there in the real world, won’t last a
 second! Why, when I was a kid....” AGGGHHHHH! I can’t stay here any longer! I’ll go
 crazy! I grabbed my purse, and as I walked out of the house, I screamed:
	“Mama, shut up! I don’t care! Just leave me alone!” and slammed the door one last
 time. I walked quickly down the street, breathing in the fresh afternoon air. The
 mansions around me seem to be bigger than usual. They seemed bright and full of life,
 but when I turned around to see my home, I saw an old shattered house that once, long
 ago, used to be beautiful and full of life too. Sigh, memories can be so nice, but now,
 all I have left is my future....
	BHONKKKKKKKK! What? I quickly turned around just in time to see a car coming
 straight towards me. I barely had time to scream as the screaming yellow sports car
 screeched to a halt, and I fell into unconsciousness.

			~~~~~

	“Miss, are you all right?”
	“Huh?” I opened my eyes, and the world was spinning around me.
	“I said, are you okay?” He repeated.
	“Um, yes, I think so.” I told him. I quickly rubbed my eyes and looked around. “What
 happened?”
	“I almost ran you over.” he told me. “You really shouldn’t walk around the middle of
 the street like that!” 
	“Oh, I’m sorry,” I stammered. Was I really walking on the middle of the road?
	“Oh, I think you’re face is scratched.” he told me. ”Let me see.” He lifted my face
 up to get a better examination, and I looked into his face.
	“It’s you!” I whispered in awe. The face I was looking into was the face of the boy
 from my dream.
	“Huh?” confused, he looked into my eyes, and his face suddenly changed into an
 expression of realization. “It’s you!” he stammered.
	“You’ve had the dream too?”
	“The one where we’re on the Ferris wheel?”
	“No, the one where we’re at the coffee shop.” What’s going on?

			~~~~~

	“So what’s this about us on a Ferris wheel?” I asked. We were sitting at a small
 table in a coffee shop, quietly sipping on our coffee.
	“Oh, well I’m not so sure.” he replied. “It’s just that I’ve had this dream where
 we’re sitting on top of a Ferris wheel, and all the stars were out. There was a
 carnival, and people around us were all happy and laughter filled the air, but we
 didn’t notice them. We were happy just being together. It was so...... nice.” he
 finished off, but I think that he wanted to say more. “It’s funny, I knew that it was
 just another stupid dream, but still, I wished that it was real.” His eyes gazed at his
 mug, then suddenly turned to me. ”What about your dream?”
	“Me? Well,” laugh “we were just in a coffee shop, like this one, talking. It
 felt...... nice, too.” How could I tell him that I felt love for him? Wait a sec,
 wasn’t it a her? Is he a girl? I glanced over at him, he was staring at me. I mean, SHE
 was staring at me.
	“Is that all?” she asked. What more does she want? She must have seen the surprised
 look on my face because she quickly turn reddish. “Oh, I’m sorry.” she stammered.
	“Actually, there’s one thing.”
	“What?” she practically jumped on me.
	“Well, um, are you a girl?”
	She looked at me shocked. “How did you know?” I felt my face burn, but I simply
 shrugged. This was so odd! Here is a girl that I just met an hour ago, but I feel as
 though I know everything about her, and that she knows everything about me, but this
 can’t be! I mean, I don’t even know her name!
	As though she read my mind, she struck her right hand out and said, “My name is
 Tenoh Haruka. What’s yours?” I laughed.
	“I’m Kaiou Michiru.” I replied as coolly as I could, but I could still feel my face
 burning hot. She whistled.
	“So you’re THE Kaiou Michiru! Wow, I never thought that I’d get to meet you!” she
 exclaimed. Okaaaaaay! So what’s going on? “I’ve heard so much about you.” Not this
 again!
	“Really?” I asked as politely as I could. Why does this always happen to me?
	“Yeah, well I play the piano, but a couple months ago, I wanted to try playing duets
 because, frankly, playing solo can be so boring at times.” I couldn’t help to nod my
 head in agreement. “Anyhow, my teacher suggested that I play with Kaiou Michiru, one of
 the future greatest violinist in the world. At least that’s what he told me, but then I
 thought that maybe playing duets wouldn’t be so great after all because if I screw up,
 you might get mad at me and I wouldn’t want the greatest future violinist in the world
 to hate me.” I laughed, but I couldn’t help to feel a bit of sadness. I might never get
 play the violin again!
	“I would never hate you!” I told her. The words were simple enough, but it felt as
 though there was some hidden message in it.
	“Well then, we’ll have to play together sometime.”  She glanced at me as she took a
 sip of her coffee.
	Sigh. “I don’t think that it’ll happen anytime soon.” I told her. She looked back
 into her cup of coffee, with an expression of sadness on her face. “Oh, sorry!” I
 exclaimed. “It’s not that I don’t want to play with you. I’m sure that you’re a great
 pianist, but I don’t own a violin anymore. My mother sold it.”
	“Why did she do that?” She seemed confused.
	Sigh, may as well tell her. “Well, my family is very poor right now......” I
 explained to her the story of my life and my screwed up family. “Everyone still thinks
 that we’re filthy rich, and that I lead the perfect life, but I don’t!. No one
 understands me.” I sighed.
	“I do.” I looked up at her surprised. She looked into my eyes, full of tender and
 care. I couldn’t look away.
	“Ahhem.” she coughed and looked down upon her fisted hand in the middle of the
 table. “I mean, it’s so sad, and I wish that I could help in some way.”
	I put my hand on top of hers. “You already have.” She seemed surprised. “So, “I
 said, changing the subject as I withdrew my hand. ”Do you want to do something?”
 Glancing down on my watch, I said “It’s only 2 O’clock and I don’t have any plans
 today. How about you?”
	“N....none.” she stammered
	“Good, let’s go.” She paid for the coffee, and we headed outside. The sun was
 shining warmly as the wind blew around us. Sigh, it feels so good out here.
	“So where do you want to go?” she asked.
	“Wherever, I just don’t want to go home right now.” We climbed into her car, and
 sped away.

			~~~~~

	“Michiru! Who was that boy?” My mother had been waiting up for me.
	“No one, mama.” I replied as I walked up to my room.
			
			~~~~~

	Haruka and I met again the following day.  We didn’t really have any plans, butfor
 some odd reason, I felt compelled to see her again. She picked me up at around noon.
	“So where are we going?” I asked her.
	“To my place.” she answered . “I have something for you.” With those words, we
 pulled into the driveway of a mansion, much like my own. We got out of the car, and she
 took my hand. ”Come on.” she told me as she lead me into the house, up two flight of
 stairs, and finally into a large room. “TA DA!” she announced proudly.
	“What?” I have no idea what she wants me to see. The room seemed pretty normal
 itself. On one side of the room, there is a piano, all shiny and black. On it’s right,
 there is a music stand, and..... a violin beside it. I gasped. Haruka picked it up and
 handed it to me.
	“Here, now you own a violin again.” I shook my head. I can’t take it!!! “Take it.”
 she told me. “It used to be my brother’s, but he moved out a couple of years ago, and
 left this. We don’t use it anymore, but I’m sure that you could.”
	“Th...thanks.” I managed to get out.
	“Come on, let’s play something together.” she suggested. We picked a song that we
 both knew, and started playing. Haruka is such a wonderful pianist. I have never heard
 anyone play so well. As we played together, I felt the music. The sad melody weaved
 it’s way into my heart, and as the song ended, I was sad to feel it weave out.  I took
 a deep breath and slowly opened my eyes, and heard hand clapping near the door of the
 great room. It seems that we had captured an audience. A tall man, about 45 years old
 walked forward.
	“Wow, that was really powerful music.” he exclaimed. Haruka turned a bit red.
	“Michiru, this is my dad.” she explained. “Dad meet  Michiru, Michiru meet my dad.”
	“Nice to meet you...”
	“So you’re Michiru!” he said. “Heard that you’re one of the world’s future greatest
 violinist!”
	“Thank you,” I replied, “but I’m really not that good. Haruka has great talent.” I
 told him. Haruka smiled.
	“Yup, well that’s my girl! My one and only child, and my greatest pride and joy!
 Probably spoiled her to death, but she’s one great kid!”
	“Yes, sir.” Haruka is so lucky to have such a loving father! I wish that I had one
 too.

			~~~~~

	As we were heading back towards my house, Haruka apologized for her dad.
	“He’s always like that. It’s so embarrassing!” she exclaimed. I smiled.
	“You’re lucky to have such a great dad.” I told her as I looked down at the new
 violin in my hands. “but you really didn’t have to buy this violin for me.” Her head
 turned my way.
	“I didn’t buy it, it was my brother’s old violin!” she said.
	“You don’t need to lie anymore, I know that you don’t have a brother!” I told her.
 “I know that you probably feel sorry for me, but you really don’t have to give me
 this.” I explained as I handed the violin to her. She pushed it back into my hands.
	“Let’s make a deal. Play duets with me, you get to keep the violin, and we’ll call
 it even, okay?” she said.
	“K.” I replied. “We’ll call it even.

			~~~~~

	The weeks went by quickly. We had final exams in our school, and I spent a lot of
 time studying. It turns out that Haruka goes to my school, she transferred into Mugen
 High school just a week before we met. We spend our lunch hours together, and she gives
 me rides to and from school everyday since she lives 3 blocks down from my house.
 Everyday, we became closer and closer, and soon, I realized that I was in love with
 her. I didn’t want this to happen since we are two girls, but I couldn’t help it! The
 feeling is so strong, just like in my dream.
	I staggered into the washroom, headed into a stall and leaned against the door. My
 parents had been arguing again last night, and I only got about three hours of sleep.
 Haruka noticed right away when I got into her car this morning. She is so caring! 
	I heard the washroom door open, and two girls walked in. They were talking.
	“Oh my God! He smiled at me!” exclaimed one girl.
	“Tenoh-san?”
	“Yeah! I was about to faint. He is so cute!” I don’t usually listen to people talk
 in the washroom, but I was drawn into this conversation. I wanted to listen. Does
 everyone at school really think that Haruka’s a boy? Is everyone else in love with him
 too?
	“But isn’t he going out with that Michiru girl?” I put my ear right against the door
 to hear them better.
	“I think so, that’s what everyone else told me, but he is so hot!”
	“I know! I’m so jealous of that girl! She’s so perfect, and she has the perfect
 life! I wish that I was more like her.” one girl said wistfully.
	“I know, me too.” the other one replied. There was a thoughtful silence, then the
 school bell rang.
	“We’re late for class!” they exclaimed, and I heard the washroom door open, then
 slam shut. Silently, I opened the stall door, and walked out in front of the mirror. I
 gazed at my reflection. Did I really seem that perfect? I looked at the bags under my
 eyes, my face that is pale, and at my eyes that looked sad. Why would they think that
 I’m perfect?

			~~~~~


	“Are you all right?” asked Haruka as she opened the car door for me.
	“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m fine.” She got in the car, but instead of starting the engine,
 she turned towards me.
	“I was wondering if you’re busy this Saturday.” she told me.
	“No I’m not. Why?” I inquired. Silly, as if I ever have anything to do.
	“Well, would you like to go to dinner with me? I made reservations at La Maurice.” 
	La Maurice? I haven’t been there since I was a little girl, when my parents were
 still in love. At least I think they were in love. Who know? We spent a lot of happy
 times there. The memory almost brought tears to my eyes. Haruka saw my sadness, and
 seemed confused. I confuse her so much, so often! I can’t do this to her! 
	“I’m sorry.” I smiled, “I’d love to go.“
	“Good.” she was evidently relieved. She started the car and we zoomed out of the
 parking lot.

			~~~~~

	Saturday came quicker than I had anticipated. I spent all day to prepare for the
 night. I took a long bath, did my nails, fixed my hair, and gave myself a makeover. I
 had decided earlier to wear my black slip dress, even though it is a bit small for me
 since I got it two years ago, but it’s the best dress I have. It’ll have to do. I was
 just putting on the finishing touches of my makeup when the doorbell rang.
	“Michiru! Your date’s here!” My mom told me.
	“Mama, it’s not a date.” I told her. I wish that it is, but I don’t think that
 Haruka would ever like my in that way. I grabbed my coat and headed towards the door.
 Haruka was standing there in a tux. Her face turned reddish when she saw me.
	“Hi!” I smiled. I slipped my shoes on, said bye to my mom, and walked out the door
 with Haruka.
	“You look nice.” she told me.
	“So do you.” I replied. She did look nice, so handsome and tall. I wish that she
 loved me!
	
	The ride to the restaurant was a quiet one. Haruka seemed nervous for some reason,
 as though she was debating something in her head.
	“What’s wrong?’ I asked her. 
	“N...nothing.” I could feel her tense up. I looked away. What is wrong with her?
 Outside, I could see the sea. The stars were twinkling above the warm waves. I wish
 that I could go swimming in the sea. It seems so nice and peaceful right now, so
 inviting.

	Haruka still seemed nervous when we were in the restaurant. The waiter had come with
 our orders, and we were quietly eating our food. It was delicious! I had forgotten how
 wonderful the food at La Maurice is. I wish that I could come here more often, but I
 know that I can’t afford it right now. Sigh.
	Haruka immediately looked up. “What’s wrong?”
	“Nothing, it’s just that I had forgotten how delicious the food here is.”
	“Michiru,” she said suddenly. The expression in her voice startled me. She was
 staring at me, as though she was about to cry or something. What’s wrong? I got up and
 went to her side.
	“Don’t be sad.” I told her. You have me, I’ll be here for you forever, I love you. I
 wanted to tell her that, but instead, I have her a hug. I just wanted to hold her
 close. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
	“I...I can’t. I don’t want to lose you...” I took her head in my hands, and looked
 into her face.
	“Tell me, it can’t be that bad.” I told her. She just looked at me for a couple of
 seconds, then quickly looked away, ashamed.
	“I...I’m in love with you.” 
	Is that all? A wave of happiness washed over me. I took her head, once again, in my
 hands, brought my face to hers, and gave her a small kiss on her cheek.
	“I love you too.” I told her. “It’s all right, I could never hate you! Come on, it’s
 okay.” She slowly nodded.
	“Do you really love me?” she asked me.
	“Yes.” I admitted. She smiled.
	“Well, I feel like a fool.” she replied, and I laughed. It felt good.
	“Let’s finish dinner, k?” She nodded, and I gave her one last kiss, then went back
 to my chair.We finished eating, and we danced during a couple of songs on the dance
 floor. I felt happy. It’s a feeling that is so hard to explain, but I liked it. It’s
 just that I rarely get to feel so happy, to feel truly loved, even by my own parents.
 I’m so glad that Haruka loves me, the way I love her too. I was also relieved that I
 didn’t have to tell her that I loved her first. If she rejected me, I’d feel so bad.
	After, we went to the sea shore. The tide was high, and the sounds that the waves
 made lapping over each other was somehow relaxing. I wished that the night would last
 forever as we walked along the shore.

			~~~~~

	As quietly as I could, I opened the door, but it disobediently squealed as the
 rusted hinges moved. 
	“Shut up!” I hissed at it, and quickly walked up to my room and closed the door
 before I dared to turn on the lights. It was already two O’clock AM. I changed, and
 went to bed with wonderful dreams about Haruka.

			~~~~~

	I went shopping with my grandmother the next day. She had nothing better to do, and
 I had to buy an alarm clock for my mom. It was my “little errand”. After, we had
 decided to pick up my mom from work, and go out to dinner. When my mom got in the car,
 she was fuming.
	“What’s wrong, mama?” I asked. She seems really pissed.
	“I’ll tell you later.”
	“K.” My grandma just sat there, trying to decide what to say.
	“So how was work?” she finally decided to ask.
	“Horrible. I got fired.” She informed us. Oh no! She really needed this job! We’re
 poor enough as it is. Even with the income we get from renting out the two bottom
 floors of our house, we barely have enough money to survive. Last week, my mom even
 threatened to sell the violin Haruka got me, but I wouldn’t let her.
	“It’s not yours!” I had screamed at her. “My friend gave it to me, and I’ll never
 let you take it away from me!” After that argument, I had hidden my precious violin.

	In the car, there was an awkward silence. We had dinner in the same silence, then my
 grandmother drove us home. I felt depressed. Why do we have to live in such a horrible
 world?

			~~~~~

	My mom was in an extra bad mood after that, and the worst part of her being fired is
 that she stays at home all day now. Usually, I like to stay home by myself so that I
 could do whatever I want, but with her here, I feel like I’m constantly being
 supervised. Also, she has more time to argue with me. During times like these, I wish
 that I was dead, but the thought of Haruka always makes me feel better and stronger.
	With each argument that I had with my mom, the more they hurt. We discovered what we
 could say to hurt each other’s feelings with the biggest effect, until one day, I
 couldn’t take it anymore. She told me that she wished that I hadn’t been born at all,
 and that I was an accident in the first place. She wished that she had gotten an
 abortion. She told me that it was all my fault that my dad had an affair with another
 woman, and that it was all my fault that we were poor.  I couldn’t  stand it! I left
 the house as quickly as I could, and walked to Haruka’s house with tears streaming down
 my face. The maid kindly let me in and told me where Haruka was. I walked down the
 hall, and knocked on the door to her room.
	“Come in.” I heard her say. I opened the door and entered. She was surprised to see
 me, especially since I looked so distressed. She came to my side, and held me as I
 leaned into her. I felt so weak! “Tell me what happened.” she gently said as we sat
 down on her bed. I did my best to tell her what happened between my mom and I. She
 listened to me, and I felt better, just having her there with me, and knowing that she
 really cares for me, that she loves me.
	“I don’t want to go home!” I cried. “I don’t want to!” She held me closer to her.
	“I realize that,” she told me “but you surely must know that you have to go back
 sooner or later.” Surprised, I looked at her. She looked down. “I was thinking, we only
 have about a year and a half left until we graduate from high school. Well, after that,
 you can move out , and, well.... I was thinking about us moving in together. That way,
 you don’t have to live with your parents anymore.” I have only dreamed about this day
 coming.
	“I wish that we don’t have to wait so long.” I told her. She smiled.
	“Yeah, but it’s not realistic to move out right now. Don’t worry, one and a half
 years isn’t very long.” she told me. “We still have the rest of our lives together.”
	“Yup.” I rested my head on shoulder, and sighed, but it was a happy sigh.  I haven’t
 had so many reasons to be happy in so long. Now, I knew what I wanted to do with my
 life. I feel secure with her, and I know that she’ll always be here for me. Nothing in
 the world can hurt me ever again. I have Haruka. We just sat there for what felt like
 hours, being happy together. Later, I went home and faced my parents, but I felt strong
 because I knew that I’ll have a great future filled with happiness, and my love.

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