Ta-da! Here I go, again. Man, it's almost start of the school year again DX… NO!!!!!!!
He felt his heart being stepped on and being sliced apart by Genichirou's sword as he held her limp body close to him.
His eyes swelled up with tears, but he was too proud to show it.
A smirk appeared on his face. Yes, it was his pride that was stopping him from crying in public.
And it was also his pride that had led to this mess.
"You lied to me, Haru. But I was pretty naïve to think that you would actually like me," she had said as she ran away from him.
Ran away from all of the pain.
"If you expect me to… Wait, Asuka! Watch out for that truck!"
He stroked her hair with his right hand as his left hand slid over to her back.
He felt the big cut that caused the girl loose so much blood, and eventually die.
He had called for help.
Unfortunately, she was proclaimed dead upon arrival at the hospital.
He didn't dare breath, causing him more pain than what he was feeling at the moment.
Finally, Masaharu Niou inhaled deeply, bending his head over the dead girl's face. He slowly whispered 'I'm sorry,' in her ear.
He half expected to see her purple eyes open and her lips form into a smile saying, "It's okay, Haru… I love you."
But that was just all in his head.
All he wanted… was another chance.
(sighs) My first try at angst. Oh well. Oh, BTW, thanks for all the reviews you give to my stories peoplez! Couldn't have done it without ya!