Amaterasu does wait. She waits and waits. For three days. On the fourth day of searching, realization strikes and she realizes that Haruka was never here, not even from the beginning. Suddenly she clutches the space in front of her heart and she can't breathe. She knows this feeling all too well, but she's never felt it to this magnitude.

It wasn't the same loneliness she'd felt before. This new feeling - whatever is was - it evaded her. It came in on her in every direction and seeped through, soaking her from both inside and outside. Her hands were at her sides, holding them, almost as if she was trying to keep herself together. But nothing she did was enough. All this time - no one was with her. Only her and someone she'd made up with no notice. Or maybe there had been signs, but she was too blind by then to see how out of touch she'd become. She couldn't see what had happened at the time. But maybe that prolonged her staying in this world, only if she was her only company. Her body quavered in desperate shakes, sliding down to her knees, still trying to move them; to force them to stay upright, as if she still had power over them. Haruka shrouded her belief that her life was worth living, that any happiness could be found in this companion-less place.

Is this what she's been doing this entire time? She's been speaking to herself? Haruka never existed. She really was faraway and distant, she only lurked inside the realms of Amaterasu's mind. She created a friend to numb the loneliness? That must have been why she felt so unwhole. It wasn't unhappiness that she lacked; it was the friend itself. She was a fool. She should have never let herself believe this. Any of this.

She looks around, bewildered, her eyes wide and teeth clenched. She feels like a vise has been wrapped around her stomach and tightened to the point of snapping her in two. Snow coats the ground everywhere she looks, the substance sparkling, as if to taunt her. Sparkling snow was something she found happiness in, but now there was nothing she could find that was special about it. In one direction, she sees a medium sized tube. She runs over to it in her disoriented state, and sits in it, rocking back and forth, trying to drown out the tears.

Let her die here, let this place pick apart whatever will she has to live. She doesn't desire to live anymore. Please, take her away and let her be reborn into the Real World. She doesn't belong here, nothing does. This is a world that should never have been created, she should not have been here in the first place.

Amaterasu shrieks, her tears breaking through her voice and ability to scream, making the sound incredibly unbearable to anyone that should hear. But her voice and screams fall on no ears, and no one should ever hear her. She grasps both sides of her head, her hair being tugged at unforgivingly, her scalp screaming in protest. This is not how she wishes to die, but if she can spare herself the crushing pain of loneliness then so be it she will. Please, stab her with loneliness and drown her in sorrow.

Her heart stops.

Fin.