The End

You sit atop your bed; your hair is a mess, your face haggard. Your health is slowly deteriorating, and honestly, you can't wait to die-yet you doesn't want to at the same time.

She made a promise when you were about to leave. She would run to you, run straight into your arms and everything can be okay again. But she's still not here. Everyday you look at the door, waiting for someone-her--to bust in and hug you and say that they missed you. The time on the clock goes by slowly, every second and minute telling you that she still isn't here.

You should have listened in the first place. Getting attached to a certain period of time was certainly a dangerous choice of yours. You didn't mean to, after all. The girl and the boy just so happened to befriend you, and you just so happened to get attached to them like they have to you. What fun you all had together-most would label you three as the "perfect trio."

And then you made the stupid mistake of asking out a girl whom you obviously didn't have an attraction to. But if she had not tried to avoid your asking and just answered yes in the first place, that girl would not have even been in the picture. Frankly, you just asked her because you felt bad and because she practically already saw you as her knight in shining armor. What a shame, you never even noticed that you broke her heart and it was shattering into pieces right in front of you.

You just seem to have the habit of doing things at the wrong times.

(Always, always, always.)

Now, waiting has become utterly useless, and it's quite obvious (to you, at least) that she isn't going to be coming anytime soon. You sigh deeply, then proceed to look out of the window right next to your bedside. The world is devastating, so devoid of colors and nature and life. You want to go back to her time so badly, just to be able to see a world that is flourishing with all of the colors and nature you don't get to see anymore.

Of course, your main reason to go back would be for her.

But you can't; leaping back to the same time period would be too risky, and it's not like you have any leaps left either. (And now that you think about it, does she even have any more leaps?)

Whatever, you think to yourself. She's not important to you, so why would you keep thinking about her?

(Lies, lies, lies.)

You feel even lonelier by the day, and yet you still wonder how you're still not dead of loneliness.

But the doctors say that you have about a week left-but you want more than just a week, more than just 7 days to live. You need to see her, you need to be with her, you need her with you. You want her to hold your hand as you die, you want to see her smile and frown and go through every possible emotion possible. You want to caress the smooth skin and chocolate locks that you claim are yours and yours only, even though she would probably look at you weirdly.

One more day, you wish to yourself, one more day.

Just one more damn chance at least to that beautiful maiden of yours.

(Please, please, please.)

You can feel it, you can feel the breath slowly escaping from your lungs, your heart rate decreasing with every second, your muscles giving up. The world is now black at the borders, and the life in the world is slipping away from your fingertips.

And right when your eyes start to close-

("Chiaki! I came running for you!")

A/N: My first TGWLLT fic! I hope you guys like it. (Idk, do people still even go through this archive? It's really inactive owo)