A/N: Well... This is what comes from me not doing my homework. And thinking about Skip Beat! (I was rereading it.). Well, this is my first story. I've really got to do my homework now. This takes place sometime in the future. This is from Sho's point of view. And I'm honestly not sure about the level or genre. It might be wrong. If it is, I apologize... Let me know if it needs to be changed.
Disclaimer: I do not own Skip Beat!. The amazing story of Skip Beat! belongs to Yoshiki Nakamura.
Once again, her picture is projected onto my television screen… Along with all the others in Japan, possibly the world. I slouch further down in my seat. How many years has it been?
I still live in Tokyo, but it's been far past my time in the spotlight. My inspiration leaving didn't have anything to do with... with him. Of course it didn't. It was just coincidental that I stopped being able to write songs after the announcement of their engagement. Pure coincidence.
...Damn it. I need to stop this. I need to be stronger. There are plenty of other girls out there. Much prettier girls. Those who would've appreciated me way back when.
But I don't want any of the other girls. I just want her.
Well, that chance was blown even before my career went down the drain. I should've known.
The one thing that I thought I wanted... wasn't it.
I wanted to be famous, didn't I? I didn't want to be tied down to those who had known me in Kyoto, right?
Well.
I was wrong.
Way more wrong then I could ever believe.
Way more wrong then I wanted to believe.
But now, there she is. Her image of perfection broadcasted for all of the world to see.
And here I am, sitting on the couch, watching with a bag of popcorn.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Why am I wasting my time thinking about this?
I've had my time of fame, however short-lived it was, and I had my time with her.
But that's all over now.
The room is silenced. I stand up and hold the remote over where it belongs, staring into space, seeing her face in my mind of all those years spent together.
Why didn't I treasure her more?
Am I really this pathetic?
And why do I keep thinking of her?
Does she even think of me anymore?
And that's it! I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry if this is a really overused idea(and a really badly written one)... I had a different idea, but like I said, I have to do homework now. I'll try writing another story eventually maybe. And this is where I shut up. *magically disappears in a random cloud of frog.... I mean fog*
