Ok, here is a oneshot for OHSHC! Yaay! It's quite short though, but I think it's pretty good. Please review, and give me some advice, or just tell me if you like it or not - even a smiley/sad face will do xD
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran Highschool Host Club, I only own the girl described in this.
Ribbon
She was like a ribbon.
Beautiful – Her black hair ran like silk down her back, contrasting with the short, white sundress that was adorned with an intricate design of swirls and flowers. With a bittersweet smile stretching across his god-like appearance, he reminisced the time she first smiled at him, instead of a small, shy upwards curving of the lips – her chocolate eyes twinkling with jubilance, her large straw hat shading the edge of her forehead.
Pure – Innocence radiated around her figure, wrapping around her with the finest of wings; blinding and soft to the touch. Whenever he had touched her intimately, whether it be his lips or hands, her face would heat up right away, as if embarrassment had come and spoke with her personally.
Fragile – Whenever he saw her, it had always seemed as if she would break at any moment, if she weren't held carefully. He remembered the time himself and his carbon copy had tricked her when she confessed to him. Instead of immediately saying yes, she had quietly rejected, stuttering with a minute blush adorning her tan skin, and when she had heard the false statement of her crush liking someone else, tears had rushed to her eyes, and soon, they were trickling down her cheeks – however desperately she had tried to hide them-
-and that was the one point he had loved, and loathed with all his being.
It was as if he wanted to trap her in an isolated room, to do whatever he could to prove his love to her, but when her delicacy proved true, he couldn't do anything but stay by her side, as she lay in the sickening, white room – her breaths of air long, yet faint.
He had clutched her hand tightly, praying, with all his being, to the entity up at the Heavens; praying… and praying, that his lover, his friend, his- no, what was she to him? He had never said he loved her, never told her he liked her, nothing that mattered – but when she finally had pushed her way up to his most important thing in his life, he could no longer tell her.
He had missed a once-in-a-lifetime chance; he had waved it away as if it was a pest... and now, he regretted it.
Her breathing became shallow, the seemingly permanent blush on her cheeks darkening to a point that he never would've thought come true – and as suddenly as when she had fainted…
He was beckoned away by men and women in white uniforms, who looked at the teenager with sympathetic eyes - but giving into pity, they had allowed him one more, precious meeting with the sleeping, sickly girl, tears spilling down his face. His amber, garnet eyes she had called them, orbs were red, swollen – and all the while he was apologizing…
"I'm sorry for not noticing sooner…
I'm sorry for not saying anything…
I'm so… so sorry…
I… I love you, Emi…"
A calloused hand was placed on his shoulder, and when he looked up, he saw, with blurry eyes - the surgeon urging him to go; to find relief, to forget about her – to forget about his unspoken love.
He stood abruptly, shrugging the doctor's hand off of his shoulder, feeling betrayed - by his brother, by the hospital who did nothing but watch until his girl's sickness became grave, by his own friends, and most importantly: by his own lover.
With fists clutched as his side, and his eyes staring in an eternal glare at the white, tiled flooring, he whispered pleadingly. One more sentence, one more love, one more death, and that was it – the end of his and her's unfinished story:
"Don't leave me… like Hikaru did…"
