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•8• "I miss you more than anything..."

It was snowing heavily in ******* yet the town's shops were still open and everyone acted like normal... well almost everyone.

Fifteen-year-old Shinjiro walked around town, thankfully wearing a heavy brown coat to protect him from the cold and with a black bag that was shaped like a guitar wrapped around his back. He kept his gaze to the ground and one hand in his pockets, the other holding onto the strap of his black book-bag that was hanging off his shoulder.

As he walked past, people whispered to each other.

"Ah, look, look, it's Shinjiro!"

"Poor boy."

"He's probably off to her grave again."

"Again?!"

"A couple of days ago, I saw him asleep outside her house."

"Poor boy, living with that guilt."

He hated it.

'Why can't they just mind their own business?' He thought bitterly as he clenched his hold on his bag. 

But what he hated, even more, was when they soiled her name. It made his blood boil from the number of times he's had arguments with people who don't bother to respect her, even when she was dead. He couldn't deny there were some times where he had to be held back by whether it be his step-father or a random guy from jumping at whether it was an old man or a random group of women gossiping.

Still, he made his way towards the cemetery, ignoring those he walked past. As he continued walking, he heard a familiar voice calling his name, yet he spared her no glance and continued his way through the snow.

It wasn't until he felt a touch on his shoulder that his eyes widened. He immediately recoiled from her touch. "Don't touch me!" He stated bitterly as his hand clenched the strap of his bag even tighter.

He was finally facing the girl he had been ignoring for the past few minutes. She looked around the same age as him; probably a year younger. She was pale-skinned, with long blonde hair that reached her waist and gorgeous green eyes.

The blonde bit her lip before she slowly brought her hand back to her side. "Sorry," she muttered lowly as she rubbed her arm in discomfort.

Shinjiro didn't respond; he turned around and began walking away, not bothering to glance at her reaction.

Instead of leaving him alone as he wanted, she began to follow after him, irritating him. Shinjiro stopped in his tracks and turned around, ready to raise his voice and yell when she interjected slightly raising her voice, "Are you going to her grave again?!"

The male brunet paused and the blonde took it as a sign to continue. Her hands buried into fists, she nervously stated, "You should stop! I understand she died and I know you're going because you feel guilty but don't honour her like that! She wasn't that good of a person anyways! It isn't right for you to visit her grave every day because of your guilt! You're too kind Shinjiro but staying out in the snow late at night could kill you!"

Shinjiro stayed silent, and for a few seconds, the blonde thought her words entered the male brunet's head. She thought maybe, the male would pull her into a hug and tell her she doesn't need to worry about him and that if it worried her so much, he would stop, and then they would share a perfect kiss.

How wrong she was.

The fifteen-year-old brunet's hands turned into fists as he lowly muttered, loud enough for her to hear, "Are you stupid?" causing a sound of confusion as well as heartbreak to enter her ear.