This fanfiction takes place AFTER the events of the ANIME ONLY. This fanfic does not encompass any of the time elapsed between the end of the anime and whichever manga chapters follow.

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Some people are just born beautiful. Their minds, souls, bodies... everything. She is one of them. The love of my life... Tohru Honda, soon to be Sohma. I don't know when I began to love her. She has just always been there, ever since I first found her at my doorstep, the day we accepted her into our home. I'm sure it was then, and yet I feel I have loved her all my life. I can't believe it's been so short; only five years since I first met her. But I feel it's all gone too fast. The time is quickly approaching at which I will see her for the last time.

Ever since I met her, I've always been my usual self, but everything's been changing since then. First of all, I've been forced closer to the one I hate most, as well as to other people, just to be near her. But it's worth it. All of it. I would kill myself if it would make her happy, and if my cursed blood spilling across this hardwood floor would truly bring that priceless, perfect smile to grace her lips, I would do it in a heartbeat. No doubt.

I'm sitting here, thinking, writing this, but to what use is it? She is there, with him, that white veil shielding her face. I can just imagine it. Shigure is there, watching as his little flower walks down that long aisle. Ayame and Hatori accompanied him, sitting on either side of him, observing in silence, tears streaming down Ayame's face like a regular emotional fool.

Why have I never told her I loved her? I missed my chance long ago, and I can never rewrite the past. But I would do anything for it to be possible. Possible for her to know, and to love me back, instead of that...

Why am I here? My whole existence for the past five years has been devoted to making her happy, but what now? We've graduated, the curse has been lifted, and Tohru's about to be married. And what's worst of all, she's not marrying me, but the one I have no choice but to hate still.

I can feel it now, the spark, they've kissed. The 'I do's, the vows, they've all been done before, but never has there been a kiss with so much passion that I can feel it pierce my heart like this.

I had my chance. I had an opportunity, but I passed it up, and now it's too late. I can't help that. I existed for her, still do, and even without her, it will always be that way. Even after my death, I'm sure that I will never again find something or someone as perfect as my clumsy princess.

The reception is beginning. Celebration, photos, congradulations, everything comes now. By the time she returns, I won't be able to see her face without breaking. It would be impossible.

The air is becoming cold, creeping up my skin. I won't let any tears escape my eyes, especially for fear of her seeing me in this state. I can't worry her on the best day of her life. It would be too cruel.

I stand up, preparing to end this by saying that even if I can't make her mine, the rest of my life will be focused on making sure that she gets her happiness, even if it kills me.

Yuki Sohma