Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Maid Sama!
A/N: I am very addicted to sad love stories! I searched some and then I found this. I only changed some words and besides that all is well! The website is at www. loversquotes .com without spaces. OOCness!
Chapter 1
It's a cold February night. People are bustling through the streets, either pulling up their coat collars or wrapping scarves around their necks, trying to stay warm.
It's so cold today. I'm standing at my window, looking at the people moving like little dots. Standing in a heated room, I'm beginning to pity those people. Why don't they go home? Do they plan on wandering until morning?
"Almost time to go home! My boyfriend must be going crazy." One of the nurses breathes a sign of relief. "Still needs to work overtime on Valentine's Day. It's so unfair!"
"You are fortunate." Another nurse says. "Some people don't have anyone waiting for them."
"You mean" The nurse whispered "like Dr. Usui."
Like, as if someone said my mom died, my ears perked up when I heard my name.
"Do you remember when he lost control on this day last year?"
"Of course, I do." The nurse shudders. "I've never seen Dr. Usui like that. Crying and yelling, like he was crazy."
They were talking of me last year. They are right. I lost control, like they said.
"You can't blame Dr. Usui. If my girlfriend died in front of my eyes, I would probably go crazy as well."
"Keep it down. He hasn't left work yet. He might hear you."
Too late. I heard everything through the canvas wall.
"Dr. Usui? What are you doing standing there?"
Just as I was deciding whether or not to reveal myself, another nurse exposed me. I awkwardly step out. The 2 nurses who discussed me start to blush. Their faces became redder than the bow on Valentine's Day chocolates.
"I'm waiting to go home." I pretend that I didn't hear anything.
"Dr. Usui, you must have gotten too involved in your work. It's already past time to go home. See you tomorrow. Happy Valentine's Day!" She waves goodbye.
"Happy Valentine's Day." I wave back and watch the 2 nurses hurry away.
That's fine. I was ready to go home anyway. Even though no lover is waiting
for me, at least there's a lazy cat waiting for me to feed.
After I come home, the first thing I do is feed the cat. I forgot when I first had the cat. Probably since last year's Valentine's Day. At that time, I was like an abandoned cat, with eyes filled with despair. Cats don't cry, I do. That's the only difference.
A/N: How's that? It is short, right? I like writing short chapters! Long chapters are difficult to read, for me! Please review!