A/N: Sooo. Here is going to be another drabble series. Instead of it being a planned series, I'll just shove mindless awkward short or terribly long stories in here that don't deem worthy of being a oneshot. So yeah, I know I haven't been the Author of the Year...but my procastination has literally been taken to another level.
Also: this was inspired by a random prompt website, even though I slightly added a few words, the beginning is NOT mine.
Happy (late) Apocalypse! :D
Disclaimer: like hell i oWn dis D':
"Times Of Our Lives"
by: PhantomPotterGirl
"I love you," she whispered into her pink cell phone. Nothing but the echoing music of the Beatles, and the rustle of paper returned from what she thought for a moment, was an open and honest gesture. "Did you hear me?" she paused. "I said I love you."
...
Of course he had heard her. And of course he had, as soon as her long-awaited words burst from her lips, he sunk down to the floor, choking back the surprise—hoping with his heart that she hadn't heard his stifled cry.
Faintly, she could hear the crackle of white noise filter through her ear—he must have had to TV on; the snow had washed away most of the connections with its brutality. And she wondered briefly, if he had just gotten home. The snow had long before destroyed any connection between the stations—and dear God, what could he have been doing outside?
"Kaito..." she spoke, unable to stand the silence any longer. If he wasn't going to respond, she was going to make him listen, "I said—"
"—I know—what you said. Just—God...Aoko..." he cut her off, flustered. "Just...I can't..."
"What's so difficult? It's either you love me or don't." She pressed him. She knew she wasn't trying to force him, and he knew it too.
Just, fuck, why did she tell him she loved him?
"...Aoko."
"Yes?" she breathed.
Of all the times—when he was still what she hated most.
"...I don't."
And she shattered.
A/N: Sooo? Hooooow was it? Please review :)
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