Author's Note: This was written while listening to, and partially inspired by, "A River Flows in You" by Yiruma.
She hadn't counted on caring about them.
The quiet girl sat at her desk, staring at the blank piece of paper in front of her, desperately trying to find the words that just wouldn't come. A few desks over her best friend received a lecture for writing recipes instead of taking notes. No, Masame was more than her best friend. She was her sister. Her other half. The missing piece of her heart, a place now shared with those three boys. They told each other everything…so was it so hard to say this one last thing?
Why couldn't she say goodbye?