Forgetting.

Is.

Easier.

Than.

Remembering.

Haku stroked these four words on that ratted piece of silk. It was dirty and beaten, frayed at the ends, but in Haku's eyes, still beautiful. Because Chihiro gave it to him. She didn't want him to remember her, because she knew it hurt him. She's so selfless…

You.

Are.

My.

Everything.

My.

Love.

My.

Life.

What.

I.

Live.

For.

Breathe.

For.

Love.

For.

Chihiro felt the weathered fabric between her fingers, tracing the embroidery. In truth, even though she had thought about this piece of fabric everyday, she hadn't taken it out for two months. Two months… since she… she… left.

Chihiro fought back the tears that were threatening to spill out and overwhelm her. She couldn't tak e it anymore, not knowing, always, eternally in the dark. She jumped through her open window – it was after all on the ground floor, and running barefoot, ran to the river.

"Haku!"

"Haku! If you can hear me!"

Chihiro's voice echoed. Hear me, hear me, hear me.

"I love you!"

Chihiro jumped. Still clutching that piece of fabric. The underwater was a silent world of blue. But she could breathe. In water. Suddenly she felt strong arms lift her up.

"Haku…" She gasped.

"What were you doing? Are you crazy?" Haku asked.

"Why was I breathing in water?"

"I'm the spirit of the lake, you know. It won't kill you because I don't want it to. And… just for the record," Haku took out his piece of fabric, "I love you too."