Mewfusion
*Authours note: Short, I just wanted to get my ideas out. Sort of looking towards what I'm going to be shaping the story into, but I hope you enjoy it! Please R&R*
Not a day goes by where I don't think about him. Even a simple word that everyone uses reminds me of him. Kiss. And the clinking of the golden necklace he gave me sounds like his name.
"Hidemi!" I heard a voice call my name, and her twinkling voice made me feel instantly guilty.
"Ichigo..." I answered, "How are you these days?" I hadn't seen her since high school. My secrets made me feel different from others, especially the Mews.
"I've been pretty good," Ichigo answered, brushing her strawberry hair behind her ears, "I've been studying zoology in university. And you?" I could tell that Ichigo was genuinely interested in what I've been doing, but I wasn't really enthusiastic about telling her what I've been doing. After debating whether to tell the truth or not, I decided to.
"Well, I've been travelling for a while, trying to get in touch with who I really am." I said, blushing from embarrassment.
"Oh, I see." Ichigo said, looking uncomfortable. "Well, I have to run. I'm meeting up with my boyfriend." I waved goodbye and smiled, but after she turned away, tears came to my eyes. Boyfriend. How nice it must be. To be able to get over people from the past.
I heard our voices repeating a conversation in my head. Not one of the best we had, but a memorable one all the same.
"Kish, who was that girl? I don't like it when you fool around with other girls." I heard my concerned voice say.
"She's nothing, Hidemi! I already explained to you. This is how we will get inside info about the mews. This is how we will become stronger, how we will end up with a perfect life."
"Yeah... I know, but... It still seems wrong. I'm just uncomfortable with it, okay? I can't just change my feelings!"
"You can't have everything. You want to be strong, I try to give you strength, you get angry."
"Please... Can we not fight? Just... do what you need to. I won't get mad, I won't get jealous. As long as you only want me." I replied, almost begging.
The cold autumn air brought me back to reality. I kept walking back towards my house, fingering my necklace. One of the only things I have left of my one true love. When I reached my house, I entered, absent-absentmindedly picking up things on the ground.
I suddenly came to a realization. Dwelling in the past won't get me anywhere. It's been 5 years, and I'm still stuck on what happened. I loved him, but there's more to life. I grabbed a pen from my coffee table, and wrote two words on my hand.
Move on.