Hello.
:)
So, I feel like shit.
It's actually really depressing. But, I have transformed it into a...
STORY.
YES.
And no, this isn't the sequal to Junkyard Dare.
And if you thought that while clicking...
than you're stupid.
;)
JUST KIDDING.
No, really.
READ.
and
REVIEW.
SAVE A FREAKING NARWHAL.
Okay?
"I never knew that everything was falling through."
++Skyla++
Mocha eyes widened as the 16 year old took in the sight before her.
A note.
A simple, college ruled piece of paper with unmistakable writing scrawled across it.
Mikan would know that writing anywhere.
Anywhere at all. It was Natsume's handwriting.
Her heart dropped, and the girl suddenly found it hard to swallow.
Something was wrong. She knew it. Something was horribly, terribly wrong.
Crossing the room slowly, she reached his fire charred desk, and shakily reach down to pick up the letter. He had told her to meet him in her room.
She was on time. Early even. But Natsume had expected it. The 17 year old boy had prepared, or so it seemed.
As she pulled the paper up so that she could read it, her vision blurred, and Mikan smiled a strangled smile. His writing was wild and unruly, and it was apparent on the paper in her hand.
But as soon as she started to read on, a choked cry rose from her throat, and a few clear tears slid down her face, leaving behind shiny trails in their wake.
As she finished scanning the page, Mikan simply crumpled to the ground, legs together, and her arm helping support her body.
There was no way. He loved her, he loved her, he loved her, he loved her, he loved her…
Oh God, please. He loved her. Mikan sniffled silently, body quivering slightly in the silvery glow of the moon that flooded in through the window.
No. He was lying. The little bastard was just messing with her.
She stared, wide-eyed, out the window as her stomach began to feel fluttery; and not the good kind.
It was the feeling you get when something horrible is about to happen, or you are being forced through something traumatic.
Please, oh, please. No.
She raised the letter up once more the read it again.
Polka,
I think it's time I moved on. You're no good for me. You slow me down, and you're a burden. A god awful burden. I know I said I loved you. I lied. I led you on for too long, and I think you were beginning to actually believe me. All those nights we spent-forget them. I have. In fact, I never remembered them. You're nothing to me. I'm not sorry for anything, but I regret giving you false impressions for the past 4 years. Polka, you need to learn how to be a better girlfriend. You're annoying. You're loud, and you're downright idiotic. Don't try chasing me, I'm gone. I'm not coming back to Alice Academy. If you manage to find me, I'll burn your ass. Got it? Forget everything; I never wanted you.
Natsume
It was all there. Dammit, no. He was a dirty liar. Mikan argued with herself, tears now rolling swiftly down her red tainted face. There was no way.
But as she read his note for the third time, it all sunk in. He didn't want her.
He lied.
Mikan had lost everything to him.
And he was a liar.
Now the girl wasn't silent.
Broken sobs spilled out of her, and she drew her knees up to her chest, hugging them close to herself.
Her heart was ripped open, her chest aching longingly, and throat closing up so that swallowing was difficult. Her arms shook gently, and Mikan's shoulders shook with the cries that were racking her slender frame.
There was nothing that could console her. She might as well be nonexistent.
She felt sick, and like she was about to puke. Shit.
Anger flared through her before dying down. It probably was her fault. She knew all of the things the raven haired boy had written were true.
She deserved this.
Getting up silently, Mikan trudged over to where Natsume's bed was, and dropped onto it; curling up in his Special Star blankets and extra soft pillows. His smell lingered over everything, and the brunette continued to sob, wetting her headrest.
There was nothing more she could do. Every ounce of will has escaped her.
Mikan was broken.
And she was so messed up, she didn't notice the tear stains on the paper, and the scratched out 'sorry' on the back. And she probably never would.
Natsume blinked slowly, narrowing his crimson eyes at Persona, who was walking ahead of him. He bowed his head and increased his head so that he could catch up with his sensei.
He had left Mikan. The only girl he had ever loved.
The only girl he could ever love.
All because of Persona the Douche.
~~Flashback~~
"Natsume." Persona called, a sly smirk set coyly on his dark lips.
"What do you want now, you prick?" The boy muttered, preoccupied with his thoughts. Tonight was he and Mikan's 5year anniversary. He was still debating on what to do for her.
"Calm down, little kitty. You know that pretty little girl of yours?" He questioned, anger flaring in his tone for a few moments.
"What about her?" Natsume was still in deep thought.
"She's distracting you from mission. Last week you almost failed, Kuro Neko." The taller man reprimanded.
"I still succeeded, didn't I?"
"Not if this keeps up."
"Whatever, son of a bitch." Natsume snarled, crimson eyes swimming with fury.
"I'll say this simple. Either you get rid of her, or I will." Persona's smirk progressed into a smile, and he had a unnerving expression on his face.
"Don't you lay a hand on her, you shit bag."
The teacher shrugged. "That's up to you, little black cat."
Natsume looked away, his breath threatening to give way.
"Fine. Don't touch her. I'll take care of her." Came his mumbled reply. The boy's nose crumpled, and his throat tightened slightly.
~~End Flashback~~
Natsume's eyes watered; luckily his black tresses covered that. Persona couldn't see he was so broken up over the baka.
His heart was stabbed, and his stomach hollowed out. He felt like shit.
Like shit on a hot day.
Like mother fucking, fucked up, douche of a disgusting piece of prick-ish shit.
He hated himself.
He should have rebelled. Taken Mikan.
Persona turned sharply and disappeared into a warehouse of some sort; the black cat followed.
Inside, Natsume shoved over a rusted chair, his vision blurring dangerously.
Not once in his life had he cried.
No. He was lying. He had shed tears while writing her letter.
Writing her a letter had killed him.
He had stayed a few moments, watching in the bushes as she read his fake words.
A lone tear wormed it's way down his cheek as he looked on at the girl he so desperately loved.
After seeing her crumple to the ground in despair, he had turned, walking to where Persona was waiting.
Nothing would ever make him feel this disgusting again.
Nothing could.
They had arrived in London a few hours ago, and it would stay like that.
Natsume couldn't come back.
The two lovers would stay broken.
Broken forever.
DAMN CHEESY ENDINGS.
FUCK YOU COMMON CONCLUSIONS.
So, I have developed foul language.
BLAME TANNER.
Aha. :)
So, I'm sorry if it was depressing. I poured some actual damned emotion into this.
So, please. Give me feedback.
:D