AN: Alright, now, how many of you thought that the card said "I love you"?...Come on, I know there had to be a few...Sorry, I'm not quite that cliche. Anyway, the is the second part, as well as the end, of this fic...at least for now. Maybe I might come back and add to it if I get inspired...But at least for now it's complete.

Disclaimer: If you read the first chapter, you know this already. If you haven't read the first chapter...Wait, why are you starting with the second chapter?

Wait for me.

It's been almost nine years since she awoke to find a small card bearing that message, along with a bouquet of flowers which still has yet to fade away, next to her bed. And she has done so, patiently waiting these last nine years to finally meet him again.

It wasn't as though it was the last time she had heard from him, either. Although that one card is the only one he ever left, that bouquet was simply the first in a rather long series of flowers he has left for her. Sometimes, on occasions such as her birthday or the time she graduated high school, they have been great, big bunches of colorful blossoms, as if it is the only way he can think of to express himself alongside the gifts and well-wishes of her family and friends.

However, it's the ones that he left for her in her times of trouble which she loves best, the ones that give her the reassurance that she needs to keep going. These are usually rather small or simple, such as a few cheerful Black-eyed Susans or the giant sunflower which she has until today kept in a tall vase by her window.

She's rather lucky, she muses to herself as she stares out the window of the taxi which is driving her to her new apartment, that her parents, although they did not remember the details of their experience in the spirit world, seem to subconsciously remember the actions that got them there, for their manners improved a great deal upon their return to the mortal one.

At first, neither of them tried to enter her room without knocking, and then, as time had gone on, they had rarely even done that, simply waiting for her to step outside instead. She remembers her mother mentioning something about them giving her the privacy she deserved as she got older, when she questioned her about it.

Not that she didn't appreciate it. After all, it would have been rather hard to explain to her parents just where all the flowers had come from, not to mention the fact that as of yet, not one of the blossoms had faded in any way.

Even though she knows he has been there, it has still been hard for her sometimes to keep from crying out to him. However, she has managed to keep her desire to scream at him to herself, the questions of why and when remaining solely within her mind.

Besides, it may be easier for her to deal with now that she is moving into her own, small, apartment, especially considering where it is. She had saved up for the past nine years, planning on this move as soon as she realized that his singular message meant it would probably be some time before he revealed himself. Not to mention, that the location of the apartment makes her feel closer to him all on its own.

She wonders, for a moment, whether or not he has followed her here, and if he did, if he has realized yet where her new residence is. She smiles as the car comes to a stop, thinking about how this was the first place they connected.

A short while later, she is handing over a few bills to both the driver and the moving company, steeling herself mentally as she begins to head up the stairs to her new apartment. She opens up the door and lets herself in, turning back around to lock it once more.

There is sudden rush of air behind her, and she turns around, gasping at the multitude of flowers that have appeared like magic in her front room. She steps forward, reaching out to touch one of them, yet somehow she is not at all surprised to find that they are, indeed, real.

There is a sudden creak of the floor behind her, and Chihiro turns around, only to see a bouquet of white carnations and red tulips-a strange mixture, she thinks- held out to her, before her eyes travel beyond it, to a face that is slightly older than the one she remembers, as if he had aged along with her, but is still undeniably Haku.

The bouquet is forgotten as she rushes into his arms. At last, his time of watching and her time of waiting is over.

And that's that. This challenge is complete!...though, does anybody get what the flowers mean? Or where Chihiro's living?