A/N: Hi guys! I hope you all like this story ne?... do read and REVIEW nicely please no flames. This story simply come up in my mind and I decided to give it a try. Hope you guys enjoy.

Summary: Finally he came, he walk through the door no doubt with a good excuse for his tardiness...And then again all I will hear is, Look Mikan, I just don't care enough about you anymore. R&R No Flames please :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice.

The Chance We Take

-by WillAlwaysLoveYou

Chapter 1

Ruka Nogi and Mikan Sakura were one lovely couple to say in their university. They fit each other perfectly without a doubt and nothing could break them apart. Too cliché isn't it? But to say all was well between them, was quite opposite from Mikan's point of view for the past few weeks.

My boyfriend is late again, and I am not surprised.

I am sitting at our favorite spot, a table for two in our favorite coffee shop-Café Bellini. Not many people know about Café Bellini-it is sandwiched between a Korean grocery-Fish 153 and an appliance service. People drive past it every day, on the way to school or work, but nobody ever really notice it. And with its unassuming exterior and a sign you have to squint to read, it almost seems like it doesn't want to be notice.

It was my idea to make this our regular meeting place since I figured it'd be less embarrassing to be kept waiting for an hour and a half, or to be completely stood up on. Ruka used to say to me that I'm being too paranoid, that when he stood me up in Moon Café or Starbucks nobody could tell that I had just been stood up. But Of course they could tell. To say that I was an independent person who gives a confident vibe saying "I'm alone and okay" is clearly the opposite, since I'm not at all independent and the vibe I'm giving off is that of "I've got stood up by my boyfriend, so now I'm loitering and pretending to be okay."

And here I am now, forty-five minutes had passed and now I feel myself deflating. My boyfriend Ruka is late. Again. I am always waiting for him to show up, and even though we've been together for three years, I feel sick to my stomach every single time, like I am about to go on a blind date with a complete stranger who may or may not decide at the last minute to back out. You'd think I'd be able to brush off his punctuality problems but then again I just don't know anymore. I imagine this is what it would feel like on our wedding day, as I sit inside the bridal car, nervousness and anxious spreading all over me, holding on my nerves, waiting for someone to tell me that the groom has finally arrived and the ceremony is about to start-that nervous, nerve-wrecking clammy uncertainty gnawing away at my high hopes until there is nothing left but fear and distrust.

Except we're never getting married, because today, we are going to break up.

Ruka walks through the door, no doubt with a good excuse for his tardiness: He had a project to work with in his dad's company, his mom made him millions of errands. Or he lost his phone, or he couldn't find his keys. Or his car wouldn't start, or his alarm didn't go off. Or he overslept.

And all I will hear is, Look Mikan, I just don't care enough about you anymore.

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WillAlwaysLoveYou