AH/AU Rima and Shiki live in NYC, Shiki's career is tanked, but Rima is a popular model. Shiki is still able to live off of his family's money.
RIMA
Rima was sitting on the couch in her extravagant loft in New York City; life was going great, until she got that call.
You are a wonderful girl. That's what he had said. I love being with you, but I think we should see other people. Yeah, she thought, like you don't already have someone in mind, you arrogant ass.
It wasn't like he couldn't get any girl he wanted, his father owned half of the night clubs in Manhattan.
He got the freedom and the new hook-up he wanted, and all she got were the tears. She thought he was the one….
She was furious. She started tearing albums out of the bookshelves, intending to rip apart every picture of him. She had hundreds of pictures strewn about the floor, and once the initial rage of throwing the albums to the floor subsided, she choked on the tears and collapsed to the floor.
She lay there panting for an immeasurable hour of time, not even bothering to move the albums she had collapsed on top of. It was dark when she actually noticed what had been right in front of her for years. Only inches from her face was a picture from one of her high school albums. It showed her, with her arms wrapped around Senri Shiki. She hadn't spoken to him in years. When he told her that he loved her, she refused him, saying that she was afraid of losing him. Well, she had lost him.
She stared at the picture for a few more minutes, before taking out her cell phone and praying that he hadn't changed his number.
SHIKI
He was sitting at the bar his favorite hang-out, just like any other night since his career had been stolen from him.
He had been stupid. He hadn't worn his seatbelt, and when the crash happened, he flew through the windshield. He had broken bones. They had healed, but the scar from the glass on the right half of his face hadn't. It was the night after he told Rima Touya how he felt, and she had rejected him.
It was just as well, he thought, I really had no urge to model after I lost her. He was content to just live the rest of his life with his inherited money.
Then, the place went quiet as a slender, well dressed man with long blonde hair walked through the door. The owner brat, he thought. That was the only bad thing about this place, the family that owned it.
Sorry about the length. This is just a teaser, though this will probably shorter than I plan for most of my stories to be. Idea inspired by Lady Antebellum's song "Need You Now"