I don't own d.gray-man.

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It's a strange thing, knowing you're about to die by your own hand. I probably should have felt scared, sitting on the metal platform of the primary school playground's flying fox, but I felt oddly calm about it.

I just wished I could have seen Lavi one last time, rather then just that quick phone conversation that left him utterly confused and me in tears.

I sighed and took out the small knife in my pocket, and fiddled with it in my hands for a while, thinking about my life. Although I wanted to do this, I didn't want to rush it.

I wondered if any of this would have happened, had I not dropped my books on this very spot, ten years ago.

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Yeah, short, I know, but I'll put up a real chapter soon.

Reveiw if you want.