JE T'AIME

I could still remember the first time we met; his silky, messy raven hair and his tantalizing crimson eyes had me falling head-over-heels for him. But he was never interested in me; I'm the plain Jane everyone hates. So, I've never expected him to love me, however, my thoughts and my feelings changed when my parents arranged a marriage with him. He didn't protest, which gave me a pint of hope that maybe he could love me.

But my hopes were cruelly shot down when I learned his heart already belonged to another, Nobara Ibaragi. She was everything I was not. Beautiful, smart and one thing I wanted to have in me will fight for the things she wants. I, on the other hand, was ugly and dumb. But a part of me wanted him to love me like he loves Ibaragi-san.

On our wedding day, I wore a beautiful wedding dress, which was too good for a worthless person like me. Every part of me is weird, my hair is dark brown and as it goes down it get lighter, my lips are red as if I drank blood and my skin is white like snow as if I'm sick. Ibaragi-san had soft and way ice blue hair, her lips were a pink that was indescribable and her skin was beautifully tanned

I looked over to the seats where my parents sat and in the back I can see Nobara-san crying silently while glaring at me intimidatingly. I felt a shiver pass through my whole body and then I looked over to the person next to me.

Natsume Hyuuga

He looked at Ibaragi-san longingly; I felt a feeling of disgust, disappointment and most of all guiltiness at myself. How could I separate these lovers? But I cannot disgrace my family; they were the only ones to accept me.

After our exchanging we had to kiss, I didn't expect him to kiss me but he did maybe to show the people were we 'the perfect couple'. I could taste his delicious soft lips on mine for a few seconds leaving my breathless and dumbstruck.

Maybe he forced himself to think I was Ibaragi-san, just thinking of that had my heart aching a lot. After the ceremony came the part I hated most, greeting the guests. They say eyes were the windows of a soul, however, they are mistaken. People do not see that I smile plastically. People do not see that I am lonely. People do not see that I am guilty for the separating them. People do not see that I am hurt and sad.

Funny right, even though I'm married to the person I love but I don't feel a bit happy or joyed. I married him forcefully.

I forced the corners of my mouth upward and tried to bring out my beautiful and carefree smile but the fact that I separated Ibaragi-san and Natsume-san had me disgusted at myself

Ever since I can remember I've never asked my parents anything, even my own clothes I've bought them myself by doing a part time job at a café sometimes using the same clothes again to make new ones. You must be thinking "Shouldn't you be at least pampered?" Well then the answer to that is, I hated people been treated unequally.

My train of thoughts was cut off when Ibaragi-san came to congratulate us. What should I do? Glare at her or smile at her and thank her? I prefer the latter, I hate being rude to people.

I offered her my hand for a handshake; she took it and shook, my offered hand, it. I can feel her nails digging into my knuckles painfully. I felt a warm drop of liquid trickle down my hand and onto the red carpet laid on the ivory white floor.

Natsume-san, who noticed something dripping, looked around as if searching what was dripping. His eyes alarmed in panic as he noticed our hands, from the outsiders look it looked like I was thrusting my nails into her hand. She made her eyes glassy and looked our Natsume-san with a sad and painful face. Is she hurt somewhere? Did my nails dig into her hands; I panicked and looked over to her hand where red smudges were there. What should I do? I hurt her, I wanted to ask does it hurt somewhere but Natsume-san's menacing glare made me have big lump in my throat.

Ibaragi-san's parents soon rushed to the scene, they looked somewhat victorious on their daughter getting hurt. I got worried, didn't they love their daughter?

Natsume-san excused ourselves and dragged me to a room, he glared at me and I pretended I didn't see him glaring. Wind blew from the window and the wound in my knuckles started hurting. I winced a bit; Natsume-san must've noticed this and took my wounded hand. He seemed to be inspecting it, his eyes turned from rage to surprise with a hint of care. Didn't Ibaragi-san say that she also hurt me?

Wait, he cared for me? It must've been because Ibaragi-san hurt me, yea that must be it. I bowed my head down and apologized to Natsume-san for causing trouble. He looked slightly disturbed when I apologized to him, I wonder why? Maybe I should bow deeper? So I did it, and he looked even more disturbed.

Then he walked away with me bowing down, I whispered "I'm really sorry and thank you very much." I stood up and walked back to the hall where the guests were.

Next came the most dreaded part, the honeymoon. My parents arranged us a whole penthouse, especially made by their Alices. Want to know what else my parents were famous for? Alices. My parents had the legendary Nullification, Stealing, Insertion, Copy and Erase while I had only the Nullification Alice.

We walked inside the penthouse actually I followed Natsume-san to the penthouse. I stared at his back, his back seemed warm. Finally we reached the bedroom; he gripped the golden knob of the door and opened the door quietly. After a few seconds passed, he excused himself and left the house saying "I have a very important business meeting today." I was all alone in the house, I walked to the big closet which surprisingly didn't have my clothes instead some branded clothes, Gucci, Prada, Jimmy Choo shoes, Valentino, Armani business suits and many more.

Come to think of it why did Natsume-san have a business meeting on his wedding day? It must be very important.

His crimson eyes are like roses aren't they? They're my favorite flower and my favorite color. But when it comes to roses, white is the preferred more want to know why? White represents innocence, Red represents seduction or vibrant. The innocence can be replaced by seduction easily and seduction cannot be replaced by innocence. I can feel my eyelids drooping slowly, I hugged the Valentino nightgown, and I was still wearing my wedding dress. I'll just take my old clothes tomorrow.

Silently, the darkness embraced me in the company of dark and gore nightmares.

Je T'Aime

Ti Amo Amore