Hi everyone! Wow it's been so long since I last posted...
And yes I'm so sorry for practically abandoning previous stories... I swear I'll get to those eventually...
Everyone is welcome to comment with requests for prompts / characters! I'm just writing what comes to mind!
Hope you all enjoy!
"I can't do this anymore!" A loud shout resounds throughout the house. She stormed up to the room that she and her boyfriend shared.
Said boyfriend yelled with similar volume, "Nanami, wait!" he reached out a hand to grab her arm, but immediately dropped his arm and grunted quietly, although unnoticed by her. Ignoring the searing pain in his shoulder, he followed, hot on her heels up the stairs.
"Leave me alone!" Nanami began throwing things into a duffle. She wasn't even sure what she was doing, or how things had ended up like this, or where she was going to go. All she could think of, all she knew was that it hurt, and it burned, and she was breaking inside. Her vision was already too blurry to see what she was putting into the bag, but she felt around for daily essentials, clothes, anything. She just wanted out.
"NANAMI." Sousuke shouted. From behind, he firmly placed his hands on her shoulders, with the intentions of forcing her to turn around to face him. But the moment his hands touched her, his eyes widened.
She was trembling, shaking like a half-torn flag after a rainstorm. Her hands had now stopped their desperate "packing," and had paused on top of the miniature pile of random possessions. Sousuke watched, in half agony, half shock, as one drop. Two drops. and then three, trickled down her chin and onto her clothes, dotting them with slightly darker spots.
"When did swimming take priority over me?" It hasn't-
"When did broken promises and nights alone become normal?" I'm sorry, I'm so sorry-
Nanami whirled around and threw herself into Sousuke's chest. While surprised, automatically his arms closed around her, wrapping around her shoulders lovingly, but strong enough to tell her I'm here, I'm here. I'm not leaving.
He couldn't find words to express the frantic blur in his mind right now. He hadn't noticed anything wrong. But now he understood - the occasional "dead battery" excuses whenever he called home to tell her he was going to have to miss their date because of a tournament. The box of chocolates that he had happened to find, thrown into the garbage after he stayed over at Haruka's for a couple days to be closer to the pool for the practices before nationals. The times when he had commented on how she seemed to be putting on more makeup under her eyes when he came home after a full month of swim meets overseas.
Nanami, Nanami, Nanami. He wanted to punch himself for what he had done. He hadn't been fair to her, and he had been taking her for granted just because they had known each other for so long and knew each other so well - or at least he thought he had known her well enough. He wasn't so sure anymore...
She continued to sob into his chest, and Sousuke gripped her shoulders with his good arm tighter, his brows were knit together in pain. Pain he had brought upon himself, and her - the one thing he had promised to protect since even before they had started dating.
A muffled wail came from below again, and he looked down as she began to weakly hit his chest with loose fists, knowing that his strong pec muscles wouldn't feel a thing.
"When did this love become a one-way street?"
Well, Part II is coming very soon! hope this wasn't too angsty, Part II will be a bit fluffier *spoils* reviews would be lovely~