AN. Hello everyone! I am a new fanfic writer (minus some stuff I did in middle school) Thank you for choosing to try out my story! This chapter is lemon free and on the depressing side but it is part of the story. I promise there are PLENTY of lemons to come! (bwahaha play on words) anyway… I really would like reviews so I know SOMEONE is actually reading this and doesn't absolutely hate it. If you do hate it go ahead and say so in my reviews, I'll see it as "constructive" I promise. Anyway, please enjoy ^^
There were no clouds, no icy rain or howling wind; the summer day was almost too perfect, gentle rays reflecting off the glossy mahogany wood, a cool breeze delicately passing through the small crowd making streams of tears burn slightly like ice. It was as if the world was mocking her grief. She could not process the words that were being said; in fact she barely registered the gentle touches as people one by one approached her and then faded away. She didn't move until a small hand enclosed hers, the warmth reminding her that this was not a dream. She looked into the eyes of her dear friend,
"Miwako" she uttered, realizing how long it had been since she had spoken, her own voice sounded alien in her ears.
"Oh, Caroline" the pink haired girl sniffed, tears pouring from her eyes. "Caroline, I don't know what to say"
"It's ok Miwako, I'm ok, I…" she was choking on her words, a lump had formed inside her throat and her chest ached.
"Caroline!" Miwako reached out to hold Yukari, her small arms trembling.
"Miwako" a harsh sounding voice interrupted. "I think we should take her home now" Miwako looked up at Arashi, his usually tough face now twisted in uneasiness and grief. The two of them shared an understanding in that moment; he had been there good friend, but Yukari had loved him and she was going to need them to be strong. Miwako wiped her eyes and nodded.
"Come on Caroline, lets go home" Miwako uttered, while pulling herself from the embrace. She took Yukari's hand as she led her toward the car. Yukari allowed herself to be led, her feet dragging through the grass. She looked back with tear filled eyes as the work men began to make preparations.
"Goodbye Hiro" She whispered before being placed in the backseat of the car. "I love you".