Silence occupied the space between us while the noisy chatter of voices enveloped us. He gripped the handle of his black Samsonite luggage firmly and eyed me wordlessly. As usual, no emotion slipped past his mask but this time, I could no longer tell how he was actually feeling.

Everything about him could be labelled as perfection. He was a up-and-coming young boss at the young age of 24 and the population of Japan knew him as "one of the most desirable men ever". His raven black hair was brushed away casually from his face but the way he pulled it off made it look flawless. His semi-crumpled black polo shirt did nothing to hide the tell-tale abs and muscles. Even then, she could see a small crowd of his admirers gathered at the side, waiting impatiently for their silent conversation to end. His crimson eyes bore holes into her as she continued to take him in mutely.

No words were exchanged, only occasional glances at each other before one of them (so far it had mostly been her) looking away. She could sense the overwhelming pressure coming from just his stare. Their relationship had after all been not about words, but also about such actions. She knew that no matter what she did or what he did, he was going to be the one walking away from this life. And both of them knew she was the only one hanging on to the sinking ship.

"Let's get this over with, shall we?" Mikan voiced out impassively, she was beginning to sound a lot like Hotaru but she shrugged it off. It was necessary for this particular case and she had nothing to be sorry about.

"Indeed." He replied curtly. He had went back to his old habit of using one-words in his dialogue.

"Well, it is nearly time for you to check-in for departure." She retorted as she looked at him questioningly. "And for you to entertain your fan-girls."

"No one will be entertained today." He growled, ignoring his fangirls behind him. He was just too popular, even as a kid or an adult.

"Well," she went on, "I guess this is it. Thank you for these years and everything you've done for me. Good luck for the years to come for a successful business empire. I wish you happiness when you find that special girl." She knew the smile etched on her face was extremely fake but it was better than nothing.

"Goodbye, Natsume Hyuuga." She murmured, stretching her hand out for him to shake. It was for the old times, right?

"And to you too, Mikan Sakura." He mused, surprisingly reaching his hand out to shake. His palm was rough and familiar, but she did not know this person. He was no longer "Nat-chan" or "Natsu-kun" or was she "Mi-mi" or "Polka". He was Natsume Hyuuga, the famous CEO of the powerful Hyuuga business empire and she was just Mikan Sakura, a psychologist some may know. And this was their farewell that had been brought by their difference in social statuses.

He let go after a few seconds and glanced at her momentarily. She as a psychologist prided herself in being able to read most of her friends but the person in front of her was an unreadable stranger she used to know very well. Also one that was untouchable. He had always been a special case.

And just like she had predicted and expected, he swaggered off confidently towards the Departure Hall while she could only stand rooted to the spot watching as he walked away.

No tears were shed.

No memories were recounted.

No numbers were exchanged.

No hugs or kisses given.

They were no longer two lovers or a couple madly in love. He was just someone she used to know. Natsume was no longer hers just as she was no longer his. Natsume was for that rich girl to conquer. They were people who had already gave up on each other and there was no turning back.

And all she had to do was walk away from him too. Which she did. Slowly but surely. Every step she took was as painful as their break-up, each and every word he had uttered.

Regrets were permanent but forgivable just like how it was forgettable. He was gone on the aeroplane and she would return to her humble apartment. This regret was one that was etched on her mind but she would hide it in one of her deep dark corners. Nothing could not be overcame. But this was something she could not overcome. But he was gone and there was nothing she could do.

She could just picture Hotaru reiterating the words she never wanted to hear.

"You blew your chance, Mikan."

Indeed, she did. And her chance was gone in the wind and never to come back. Natsume Hyuuga had chosen their relationship and her for his career and was never to come back from New York. Mikan hoped he found someone who could make him whole as a person and someone who could finally see through his façade.

But at the same time, when he disappeared with any trace of him gone, Mikan felt a heavy weight on her shoulders. He was gone but always would be there to haunt and torment her and there was nothing she could do about it.

Why did it seem like she was the only one who ever cared about this relationship? Was it genuinely true that the one who cared the most would always lose out?

If that was the case, she lost big time.

Maybe if she had told him how she felt, he would have actually stayed.

Maybe if she had been more patient when he was building his career, he would have cared.

Maybe if she had been more stubborn, he would have listened.

Maybe if she was more helpful, he would have been grateful.

Nothing mattered at this point to her. She was just a fragement of his memory in the near future while he was a permanent tattoo imprinted into her book of regrets.

This was Mikan Sakura's biggest regret.

Hey guys,

I'm back. This story, I hope won't turn out to be one with many cliches. All the characters are not mine - they are Higuichi Tachibana's. I'm not sure if this is a story people genuinely would want to read. I can't gurantee this will be recieving frequent updates but I will try my best. I appreciate any reviews and critique. If you any questions, feel free to ask them, I do know my writing can be confusing.

-GothicXHeartz