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Dear Diary,
Tuesday, August 31, 2010♥4:21 PM

NOTE: Chapter 17 is below chapter 18. just in case you are lost. (Click on the date 31 August to view chapter 18 if you cant see it at first.)

Violin + Piano

Chapter 18: In this white night…

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"Pre-natal depression?" Harume asked a little confused by the term.

"Yes." The doctor confirmed

"So what will be done?" Aoi quickly interrupted the doctor’s about to start conversation with Harume on prenatal depression earning a sigh of relief from Fuyume, which Aoi took it as a good sign.

"Well, she will be kept for observation today and will be given anti-depressant pills. Also, she will need to come back every 2 weeks for a checkup." The doctor replied Aoi not noticing the confusing gaze that was thrown by Harume much to Fuyume’s relief.

"I see... Is there anything that can be done to help her?" Aoi asked hoping quietly that the doctor would forget about Harume’s inquiry on prenatal depression.

"Well for 1 you can spend more time with her, bring her out on walks, and let her relax. Try not to get her frustrated or agitated. Try not to let her feel insecure or anxious. And it will be good if you bring along a paper bag" The young doctor listed a few suggestion as he stuffed his hands in his coat pocket.

"Is there anything else we need to know?" Aoi asked glad to see that the platinum blonde haired doctor has shifted his attention to him rather than Harume reducing the risks of him remembering that he still needed to clear the uncertainty of prenatal depression that Harume had.

"Not really. Misaki chan, you may bring the patient to her room. Oh and please give the patient some rest." The doctor smiled before leaving the nurse to do her job and him to do his rounds. Aoi nodded as they followed the nurse as she pushed Fuyume to her ward. When they finally reached the ward, there was an awkward silence that settled within them.

"Harume don't you have school tomorrow?" Aoi started breaking the silence between the trios. Harume looked at Fuyume and nodded.

"I’ll be leaving then" Harume bowed while excusing herself. Quietly she took her stuff and left the ward and headed straight to the exit. With Harume out, it made things easier to discuss and it easier to interrogate.

"So, who's the father?" Aoi asked as he poured a cup of water for Fuyume. Fuyume looked at Aoi. Fuyume halt for awhile as she thought what to reply the inquisitive guest of hers.

"Why don't you tell me why you lied?" Fuyume at last replied as she leaned back on the pillow that was set upright to cushion her back. Aoi froze when he heard what his ex asked. His eyes started roaming around the room like he was chasing an imaginary ball round the room with his eyes.

Bull’s eye. Fuyume smirked.

"wh-what are you talking about?" Aoi laughed nervously as his eyes looked at every nook and canny of the room but not Fuyume’s light blue orbs. Fuyume looked at Aoi and sighed a sigh of annoyance. That sigh was like a course marker that he had said something wrong. Aoi opened his mouth to retrieve his words but Fuyume spoke first cutting off all chances for Aoi to make any corrections.

"You aren't the father. Your aunt was right about me. I'm jus playing with you. Do you think you are the only one who I sleep with? How naive." Fuyume laughed coldly.

"What a lie" Aoi immediately replied when he heard Fuyume fib about her loyalty. Call it guts feeling or sixth sense but Aoi knew that Fuyume would never cheat on him. Even if Fuyume did cheat on him, her heart was still full of him. It was just like what Harume said in the house. Fuyume’s loyalty is one that should be taken seriously.

"Wha- you! What makes you think I'm lying?" Fuyume stuttered angrily.

"Cause you love me." Aoi paused before he whispered his response. Fuyume soften as tears formed at the corner of her eyes and looked away.

"Fuy-" Aoi started when he saw the tears.

"Okay. Enough...” Fuyume whispered as she pressed her head against her pillow and brought the blanket to her chest.

"I'm tired. Please leave” Fuyume said as she shut her eyes.

"Fuyu-" Aoi persisted.

"I said I am tired" Fuyume said as she tried to keep her tone firm but failed as it wavered.

"Why are you doing this?" Aoi snapped angrily. He knew her feelings; she knew her feelings even better then him. So why? Why was she denying it? Aoi wanted an explanation and when he was about to speak to Fuyume again, Fuyume opened her eyes and looked at the wall opposite her as tears emerged and slipped down her cheeks. Her eyes were clouded with sorrow when she looked at Aoi with her teary light blue eyes.

"Because it hurts” Fuyume cried as she brought her knees up and covered her face. Aoi slowly walked and sat on the side of the bed and removed her hands revealing her tear stained face.

"Why does it hurt?" Aoi posed quietly.

"Because I love you" Fuyume sobbed quietly as Aoi watched at the sideline. He felt his heart leap when Fuyume confessed her feelings but he was still confused. He could not get why she lied to him again and again.

"I don't get you... I..." Aoi murmured as he ran his thin slender fingers through his navy blue hair. His face was flushed up and looked rather mixed up.

"Which part of I love you do you not understand?" Fuyume asked angrily but her voice was calm.

"You." Aoi replied.

"Wha?"

"I don't get you I jus... Don't... why are you doing this to me? Why..." Aoi asked his emotions running high and was close to tears.

"Because it hurts seeing u get all these bruises because of me n when I ask, you pretend that everything is fine jus to prevent me fm being worried. It hurts to be so helpless..." Fuyume wailed loudly revealing her pain to Aoi. Suddenly, Aoi realized what he did and finally got to see the pain that Fuyume was experiencing. Suddenly, his self-pity was washed away and he just felt waves of condemnation washing over him. He suddenly hated himself for putting Fuyume under this pain; he did not even try to understand things from her view point.

"I... I'm sorry... I just..." Aoi whispered as he stood up. Tears were seeping out of his shut tight eyelids.

"NO... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I didn't mean it... there’s nobody except you... I'm sorry." Fuyume cried as she held Aoi's wrists. Carefully, Aoi brought his hand up n wiped her tears before enveloping her in a warm embrace.

"I’ll never let u go... never" Aoi swore and they jus sat there crying and as they renewed their love over and over again under the white night.

+END+

A/N: Thank you thank you! :D:D chapter 18 is complete~ Happy new year!! Chapter 19 should be back to Kira and Stella… I think.. so how did u find this filler chapters? Was it okay? Did u lik it? Do u wan more of tis fillers? Oh well, since there is oni lik one loyal reader at this moment, it wont be majority wins.. but more lik wht she says. Well, hope u guys enjoyed it!! Merry Christmas!!

Few medical terms that you might not know:

1) Prenatal Depression

a. It means that the mother is suffering depression during her pregnancy. YES, its this simple. But its still depression and so treatment is still needed.

2) Panic Attack

a. as an episode of incredibly intense fear or apprehension that is of sudden onset. According to the American Psychological Association, the symptoms of a panic attack commonly last approximately thirty minutes. However, panic attacks can be as short as 15 seconds, while sometimes panic attacks may form a cyclic series of episodes, lasting for an extended period, sometimes hours. Often those afflicted will experience significant anticipatory anxiety and limited symptom attacks in between attacks

3) Anti depressant

a. A medication to curb/cure depression.

Here are the links for further info:

Prenatal Depression: http://pregnancy.about.com/od/conditionscomplications/a/pgdepression.htm

Panic Attack: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panic_attack

Anti Depressant: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antidepressant

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