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IT'S THE FINAL CHAPTERRRR! 

Kidding. There's one more to go after this, an epilogue. Then I'll write a quick author's note to say thanks to everyone who has supported this book. Get ready for a ton feels, so get your tissue boxes ready! 

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~Blue 

It's cold. 

I am bitten by the bitter chill of winter as I stare outside my window. 

Sparse clusters of snow lay on the grass pathetically. I glare at it, unimpressed by mother nature's measly effort. 

I've always loved snow. When I was little, I would delight in running outside with Shigure tagging alongside me to build snowmen when it snowed. We each would build one. 

We made them to look like us. A older snow boy stood beside a short snow girl. Afterwards, we would nag the others into having a big snowball fight with us. That was probably the best part. I was always on Gure's team, while Hatori and Ayame fought us. 

"Akito! Watch out!" Yelled Shigure as Tori's snowball hit me. Dazed by the cold, I stood there for a second before screaming "I'll get you for that!". Then I picked up some snow and patted it into a ball with my gloves and hurled it at him. 

"Incoming!" I warned. 

The snowball catapulted into Tori's face, and he accidentally knocked Shigure over while falling over. Shigure, unable to resist the moment, grabbed mine and Ayame's coats and pulled us down with him. We all ended up in a heap, howling with laughter. 

My fingers were numb with cold. My heart was warm with happiness. 

I miss those days. 

*** 

"Sir?" My servant is holding the telephone. 

"Yes?" I reply. 

"There's a young man on the phone for you." He informs. He passes me the phone. I hold it to my ear. 

"Akito." Yuki Sohma addresses. 

"What do you want?" I ask. 

"It's Honda-san. Tohru. She's... she's missing." He replies. His voice is shaking, and he sounds as if he's about to cry. 

"Oh." I don't know what to say. 

"Have you seen her? Please... please..." I can here his muffled sobs. 

"No. Go... Go away!" I shout. 

No, no, no! I want to make things right! I have to make things right! 

I'm sorry... 

"SIR!" Yells my servant,  loudly. 

"What-what is it? Don't interrupt me!"  I scream, angrily. 

"There's... there's a girl on the roof." He says like he can hardly believe he's saying it. 

"A girl?" I rush outside, and Tohru Honda is standing above me. 

"Akito-San!" She cries. She looks so thin. And tired; there are large dark circles below her eyes. Her hair is sparse and there's a bald patch on the left side of it. She's sobbing. 

"What the hell are you doing girl?" I cry, outraged by what is happening. 

"I'm sorry" She whispers. 

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TOHRU PART 7

It wasn't her fault. Not entirely. 

I woke up to find locks of my hair scattered on the floor. I felt sick-really, properly sick. 

Vermilion blood dotted my pillow. 

I was empty. Empty of everything that made me want to live. I knew I was ill, that I wouldn't survive. I knew that Akito would try to kill me anyway if I did. I knew that the one person I loved the most was shut away in a dark, damp cell because of me. 

I've never been like this before. I shouldn't be like this. 

I'm Tohru Honda. I'm happy, I'm smiling, I'm kind and optimistic. I'm Tohru Honda and I shouldn't be sad. I shouldn't be ungrateful. I shouldn't want to die. 

I'd been feeling like this for a while. Darkness was infiltrating my very being. Everything that made me me was being stolen by a awful emptiness. 

At night, I just stared at the ceiling because I couldn't find it in me to just close my eyes. They stung with fatigue, but at least it was better than suffering the recurring  nightmare. 

So one day, I woke up at quarter past three in the morning, while the ward was enveloped by slumber, and I ran. I was small enough to squeeze through the window, which I has prised open with a knife I had stolen from meal times. I used all the strength I had in me to force it open, and then, as quietly as I could, I crawled out into the night. 

I ran to Shigure-san's house, or as I had grown to call it- home. I stayed there for a bit, but then I ran again when I heard someone come. I hadn't taken medication for hours, and I felt like... like hell, as Kyo-kun would put it. 

I went to the only place I recognized.  I couldn't face seeing my friends. Instead, I ran to the Sohma household. 

I felt so ill. I scuttled round the back way, in the secret entrance Momiji-Kun had shown me. I climbed onto the roof. It was hazy. I couldn't think. 

I want it to end. 

I'm going to jump. 

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AKITO PART 3 

"Don't!" I scream at her. I'm scared, my heart is racing. 

"Why?" She replies. "I'm nothing!" 

Shitty shitty shit. 

"No, your'e not! You're Tohru fucking Honda!" I scream back. 

"What does that even mean any more? I'm a shame to my family. Mum... mum would hate me." She chokes. 

"Please! I'm sorry!" I plead. I'm desperate.

"Why should I?" Tohru questions. 

"Because... because..." I begin. 

"See! You can't even think of a reason!" She exclaims. 

 "You make everyone happy! You've got a future! You've done nothing wrong in your life. You're... you're perfect." I list. 

"Then why is Kyo-kun in prison? Why did you try to kill me? Why... why have I got this awful illness?" She sobs. 

"That's life, Honda! Bad things happen. Some people are just plain unlucky." I say. I don't think I'm helping much. 

"But we get up. We carry on, even if it's hard." I continue. 

"I'm going to die anyway." Tohru wails. 

"No, you're not!" I reply, firmly. 

"You're the one who wanted me dead!" She shouts, tears streaming down her cheeks. 

"I didn't want you dead." I mutter. 

"I blamed you. Of course I did. Everything started changing when you turned up. I wanted my pain to be gone. So I blamed that on you too. I'm a bastard, a cowardly bastard. In my eyes, you were the spawn of Satan. But not any more." I confess. I feel my own eyes well up with tears. 

"Why?" She breathes. 

"Because you're nothing more than a scared little girl." I say through gritted teeth. 

"I'm stupid, I'm worthless!" She cries as she stumbles off balance. Some tiles tumble off the roof. 

"No, you're not! They all love you! Everyone loves you! Do you see how happy they all are now because of you? Yuki, the cat, Shigure, everyone! I'm the bastard who hates your guts. But I don't haste anyone more than I hate myself." I tell her. 

She glances at me. 

She takes a deep breath. 

She closes her eyes. 

One last tear dribbles down her cheek. 

She steps forward. 

My heart stops. 

She's going to jump. 

For a horrific moment, all I can hear is the howling wind as she places on foot in the air in front of her.

I 

Can't 

Breathe. 

I watch as her eyes meet mine. 

She's terrified. 

"AKITO-SAN!" She screams, backing away from the ledge. 

"DON'T MOVE!" I screech. I run inside, and frantically scrabble up the stairs. There's a step ladder on the last floor leading to a small vegetable garden on the roof- that's how she got up there. 

The cold wind crashes into my body as I hold my hands out to balance. Her gaze fixes on me. Her eyes, the life in them having been eaten away by fatigue stare at me. 

These are the eyes of a girl desperate to escape. But they're also screaming, pleading. 

Please don't die. 

I grab her trembling wrist. It's so small, it feels like it will snap in my grip. 

For a moment, she tries to pull away. Then, she takes my and and I pull her into a warm hug. 

I guide her downstairs, holding Tohru's hand as we walk. 

When we get there, we embrace again, both sobbing as we clasp onto each other. 

"I want to go home." Tohru whispers.