Based on a story written by a schoolmate of mine. Thank you very much.

Now, I know I owe you guys a lot of updates. And I'm pretty sure you're all angry with me right now. But please, please be more patient with me. If not, then you could forget the fact that my stories were part of this archives. :) It`s just around 200 words. :S But I hope you understand it. :P

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Another day passed by. He knew he was wasting his last week in Japan. Shouldn't he be confessing now and probably enjoying every moment with her? Instead of just silently admiring and allowing her to hang out more often with the other guys? He had to draw the line, he knew he had to be selfish.

But what was he doing right now? Offering her lessons, lecture her about her irresponsibility, and then make her cry? What a fool he must be, then.

She was in the room across the hall. She was only a few meters away from him. But why did it feel like she was so far, she was so out of reach? She was just there, he knew. But he also knew that she wouldn't always be there for him. Once another guy reaches to her, where would he be in her heart?

He didn't know why he was standing outside her door right now, though. And he didn't know when she would notice. Would he walk away now?

No. He was too engulfed in the beauty of her playing, just as she was engulfed in the music itself. He was convinced enough. He would tell her of what he felt tomorrow. Tomorrow's what he had.

He walked away, slightly smiling. He had tomorrow.

He had tomorrow.

...

But she didn't.