Chapter 16

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"It will be extremely dangerous," my doctor warns me.

"I understand. At least, I think I do. I have talked with my mom and dad about it," I say, sitting in my wheelchair, parents behind me. The tension in the room is high. "I want to have the surgery," I say firmly, "Even if it only gives me little more time, even if there's only the slightest bit of hope, I'm willing to cling to anything. There was a boy I met in April. He cried, vomited, and struggled so hard it was unseemly... But onstage he shone like a star and his life seemed like gorgeous rendition of a melody. I made a promise to that boy, that I would perform with him again. That's why I... I want to struggle as hard as I can. No matter what. I'm going to struggle like there's no tomorrow. Because I'm one of them too. If I give up in despair, I can never face my parents who raised me." My mom starts sobbing behind me. Tears roll down my face to my lap. "If I give up now, I'll feel sorry for myself."

"Are you ready, Kaori?" my nurse asks.

"Oh! Is it that time already?" I lean on the edge of my bed and place myself in my wheelchair, being careful not to fall. My nurse pushes me to the elevator. We go all the way up to the rehabilitation room. I get out of my wheelchair and grab the two bars on my left and right. One foot in front of the other, struggling to keep myself up. I'm sweating and breathing heavily.

I don't want to lose my stamina. I can't If I'm ever going to play the violin with you again, I can't give up. I'm doing this for you and me.

Kousei walks up to the glass door, watching me as I go along. I breathe harder and harder, until I fall to the ground on my hands and knees, gasping for breath. I get up and start again. Tears well in my eyes as I stare at my pink violin case in the corner. The thing that keeps me going. My graying heart is getting it's color back... So, thank you, Kousei Arima.

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