Author's Note

Bonjour~! This is my first fan fiction, so it won't be perfect. Bon and Rin may be OOC, but it depends on my mood the day I write the stories.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bon and Rin. Kazue Kato does!

" Just me."…..

I miss him

The last week has been, some what, quite an adventure ever since everyone found out about me being Satan's son. My boyfriend dumped me threw cell phone, being to terrified of me to even say it to my face. He used the old," Let's just be friends," deal, even putting a smiley face with sunglasses at the end of the text. My so called," friends," treat me like shit. They call me names, and even tease me every now and then. He would be there, too. He would just watch with a frown. My insides are screaming to defend myself from them, but I can't hurt them. My grades have fallen lower than they were before, and everyone, including my teachers, are terrified of me. He would just smile at his perfect grades, not even bothering to offer me help with it.

I miss the person who took his time to help me threw bad or good. The person who helped me study for that big exam last month.

Now in the outside, I act like it doesn't bother me, but in the inside it feels like my heart is ripping into tiny little pieces. It's just so confusing of how I can walk right past him like he was never a big part of my life. How I used to be able to talk to him for hours and how now, I can't even stand looking at him without feeling torn apart.

I missed the person who gave me gifts. The person who made me feel important.

It feels just like yesterday, whenever he gave me the hairclip. I used to cherish it. Love it. I used to wear it 24/7.

Now, I can't look at it without bawling like a baby.

I missed the person who laughed with me, and not at me. The person who made me feel funny.

I remember the day whenever he was with Shima and Miwa. All Shima and Miwa did was tease me. They made fun of my tail. Calling me a rat. And he just stood there, and chuckled with them. He chuckled at me.

I missed the person who gave me those memories, the good memories. He sealed them in there, and they will never leave either.

What hurts the most is that the memories I used to hold so close to me are now the memories I wish I could forget forever. The memory at the water fountain, where we shared our first kiss. The memory at the library, where we were drawing on the people's faces in the books with sharpies. The memory at the local café, where we always used to drink coffee, and discuss about silly topics. The memory in the janitor closet, where we both lost our virginity's.

I missed the person who made me feel confident in myself. The person who encouraged me to be who I am.

At first, I thought everyone would just come back to me. We would all say our sorries, and act as if nothing happened. Though, I was wrong, like everything else I do or did.

I missed the person who made me not feel lonely. The person who made me feel safe, and secure.

Whenever I try to form a relationship with someone, I'm afraid. It's like once you've been hurt, you're so scared to get attached again. Like you have this fear that every person you start to like is going to break your heart. So, I stay alone.

I missed it all, but I missed him the most. The guy who was my most best friend, the guy I would stay up till dawn to talk to over the phone, the guy who acted like he was top dog.

No friends. No girlfriends or boyfriends. No family. No Bon. Just me.