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My R sung by: Hatsune Miku

"Hey, don't do it"

-•-

"You know him, Nami-chan?" said the guy with blond hair and lilac eyes, his tone evident with suspicion as he held his lover's hand tighter.

The purplenette simpered and smirked discreetly, covering it with her infamous charming smile as she replied, "No Gakushuu," she shook her head sideways, kissing the strawberry blond's cheek. "Just one of the great guys I have been associated with."

The nonchalant mask I always wore remained intact as I walked past them with ignorance of the probabilities towards my destination through the river of countless flowing people. Why would I waste my time over worthless things like reminiscence?

This would be over soon anyway.

Or atleast that was what I thought. It was dismissal after all. No meddling kids, no teachers bathed in hypocrisy. I'm all by myself, alone. On the rooftop which will be the only witness of what I am about to do.

-•-

Reaching the final stair, I took off my shoes and in a deep breath.

'This is it, Nagisa. One more step and your book will finally end,' I thought to myself. I've been preparing myself for this time. The period where I could finally let go of all the weight that had piled up on my shoulders.

But my gathered courage suddenly went down the drain when my eyes caught sight of a girl with twin-tailed green hair climbing on the railings with her tearstained face.

Being the Shiota Nagisa everyone knew, I have nothing in connection with what she would do. But despite myself I went and screamed, "Hey, don't do it please!"

Wait, what the heck did I just say? I told you, I couldn't care less eitherway. To be honest, I was somewhat pissed after all, this was an opportunity missed. Still, I stayed and made myself listen to all her woes to make the rage inside me subside. I still have other chances.

"I know you've probably heard this all before. But I really thought he was the one back then. I did everything to meet his expectations. Heck, I even changed myself to make him not regret his decision!" the green haired female's sobs grew louder, tears started falling through her cheeks once more. "Then at our anniversary, he just said he was done. That he only played with my feelings to win a bet."

She smiled sadly, "This was the only escape I could think of to kill the pain."

My expression turned grim as I landed a slap on her cheek. People like her make me sick.

"For pete's sake please, are you serious?! I just can't believe that for this stupid reason you got here before me." I smirked mockingly as a certain thought flashed through my mind. "Are you upset because you didn't get what you wanted? You're still lucky because you haven't gotten robbed of anything!"

I never thought stopping her would mean telling my tale...

"The School Doll, Nile, lived a stereotypical high school life with her best friend, the Campus Scientist, Megumi. Everything was alright, until Shuuyo, the Prodigous Son came into the picture. Nile thought nothing would go wrong. But Megumi began to harbor feelings for Shuuyo too."

I stopped for a moment and leaned myself on the railings, a gust of nostalgia running through my thoughts.

"Little did she knew, Megumi have always been envious of the attention Nile had. So she plotted ways to make Nile's reputation plummet, with her replacing her bestfriend's position behind her back."

"B-But," the greenette muttered, finally calming down. "How could she do that to her own best friend?!"

She's so clueless. It is actually charming, but this would always be her weakness. Ignorance was never an excuse.

"If mistresses ruins relationships, what more a friend who knows your weaknesses?" I scoffed. "Take her as a lesson of what you would become if you ended your life so pathetically."

For the first time in this day, she flashed her sweetest smile and bowed, "I think I'm actually feeling better. Thank you for listening, Shiota-san."

The girl with green twin-tailed hair then disappeared as the afternoon sun finally settled to rest. And I was left here all alone again in this barren rooftop, my misery still afoot.

"Tomorrow, for sure."