BB: ...I'm so sorry I haven't been writing often. I've been so confused this year. I don't know what to say, except to apologize. I just wish...I could fix it all.

B: You can't, though. So start writing.

BB: ...ja.

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Rain fell heavily from the sky as Beyond stared out the window, wondering why the sky cried such tears on this day. It was a happy occassion, because today was the day he would ask the love of his life to marry him.

It was rather odd, to know that the mad-man, the psychopath of Wammy's, was in love with someone, and what was more surprising was whom his fiance-to-be was. The red eyed man gave one of his very rare smiles before he turned away from the window, touching the left front pocket of his pants, where a square lump rested. It was a black velvet box, one that had a silver-ring with three beautiful red rubies set into a heart-shape, to show his love.

It is time. He thought as he walked out of the main hallway, up a stairwell toward the dormitories. He knew that his love was there, the person he cared for, and he could not wait to speak to him.

Three-hundred and ninety-four, three-hundred and ninety-six, three-hundred and ninety-eight...four-hundred. The L-look-alike paused before door four-hundred, biting his lip hard. Here it was, the door to his future. Very soon he would knock on this door and see what his lover would say.

A pale hand with very long fingers raised itself, fisting before knocking twice on the wood of the door, then settling back to BB's side. He waited a few minutes, then raised his hand again, knocking three times now. And, again, silence. Why was his love not answering?

Now, now, there is a simple explaination: he is merely busy. But that made no sense: His love always made time for him. And he would never be asleep; insomnia tormented him as well as it did the red-eyed man. And Beyond knew that his love would be in his room...he could never be anywhere else.

The hand that had knocked on the door now reached into the right front pant's pocket, rooting around for just a few moments before he extracted a silver key and sticking it into the lock. He turned the key and knob at the same time, pushing the door open as he started to speak. "Near, what is wro-"

The black haired man was halted in the middle of his question as he looked upon his little lover's visage, his eyes widening in fright. There were no numbers. They were gone. But that could not be. Near could not be dead. He just could not be. That was not in the plan!

"Near? Near?" BB rushed over to the white haired boy, shaking his shoulder. "Come, this is not funny! Near!"

But the white-haired male never answered him. He never made a sound. His numbers had hit zero. The soul that had made Nate River himself was...gone. And Beyond was left alone, in a bedroom, beside a corpse. That caused the man to fall to his knees, eyes filled with tears, as the water started to pour down his cheeks, scalding hot.

"Why? ...why did you...leave me? Why?"

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BB: ...I lost my beloved Near a year ago, come next Sunday. This coming Thursday, on the fourth, it will have been one year since I asked him a very important question. He died three days later. I didn't know what to do, and this story shows that. Please...if you like this, review. And never forget the people you love the most.