Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Kaichou wa Maid-sama! All right go to Fujiwara Hiro.
This fanfiction refers to KWMS Manga Chapter 11.
This is my first story, so please don't hate! Reviews are always welcome! I apologize for any mistakes!
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He's been gone for two years now. Two years and 3 days. 733 days. I've been counting. And yet, he said that he'd come back.
Pfft! What a fool I was back then to believe his "promise."
And if 733 is a cursed number? It will no longer be tomorrow, when that number is 734. 734 days apart from him and 734 splinters in my heart.
And what about 173? 307? 0? The number of times I called and texted him, respectively. And the number of replies I got. I know. I'm such a laughingstock.
"Pres, take it off," he said, slamming me into the wall.
Here he goes again, I thought. "You… What the hell are you talking about, you pervert!?"
He smirked. "A beautiful reverse kick. But wait, Pres…" He grasped me by the lower arm and I gritted my teeth against the pain.
Afterwards, he made sure that he took care of my arm even though the nurses were not there.
"Despite yourself being injured, you'd still help, be it a guy or a girl?" he said.
I scoffed. "Of course. I do love to help… Even if it's Usui. Ignorance is not one of my traits!"
He seemed surprised for an instant, before lowering his head and letting his bangs cover his eyes. "That is so… reliable, Misa-chan." I caught the smirk on his smug face.
"What?" I fumed, indignant. "Are you treating me like an idiot!?"
Now that I think of it, he was right to treat me like that. Because that's what I am and that's what I deserve. And to think he really cared about me! I must've been delusional back then.
I get what you're thinking. Aren't I pathetic? And yet, there's still a small flicker of hope in me that he will come back. Please, don't joke around. Being the Prince of England, he's probably got 30 concubines floating around him by now.
But I just can't forget those emerald green eyes that held me as if I was the only thing he cared about. I can't forget how he protected me from so many things, even if I hadn't called for him. He was always one step ahead of me. He always will be. After all, he's a prince, and what am I?
Though, strangely enough, when I look back on those memories, I can't remember any of the emotions that I felt. All I feel is a twisting, black vine around my heart. The intense hatred for myself. The disgust for my foolishness back then and pitiful laments today. Had Seika seen me right now, they would've been repulsed as well. But mostly, I feel pain. It blinds me sometimes, knowing that he might be out there with another girl, laughing, partying, leaving me behind.
But then, I never really deserved him, did I? I don't want him to ever return. I need to quench this hope of mine. He can stay in England. I'll tell myself that I don't care what the hell happens to him, even though deep in my heart, I know always will. But I have to convince myself. I must. It's my last chance to save myself from a third heartbreak if he ever does return, my first being when Father left us and my second being… Ah! It hurts so much to even remember those emerald green eyes…
This is my last chance. I have to ignore the pain in my heart, in my fingertips, in my head. So be it if I never forgive myself for not being the woman by your side. I will continue on in law school, and I will continue to live my own life. Even if it kills me, I know I can't bear to face you again. Not after you promised to be with me forever and then shattered my heart beyond repair.
I know that I've broken my share of promises too, but I ensure you, this won't be one of them.
Goodbye forever, Takumi.
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- AnimeGirl9781
P.S. This is NOT the end of the story. There's more to come, including… Oops! No spoilers!