Author's Note: Sorry it's been so long since I've written anything. Summer work for school and whatnot. I'm a Junior! Yay! And now to the story

I sat alone in the park. The trees swayed while a powerful wind blew on and on. It'd been like this for a couple hours. The sun was setting now. Usagi was late again. Any time he told me to meet him after a business trip I'd wait and wait for hours. It's been six years since we met today. Usually Usagi is good with occasions like this but not today. I remember back when I first met Usagi. I was so scared to be with him. So ashamed to tell him I loved him. I couldn't admit that I was in love with him, a man. I couldn't admit to myself or anyone else how I felt. I felt pathetic. That's why I fought him with every fiber of my being. That's why I pushed him away so many times.

Now I stared down at the ring I was so proud of. What had it taken us to get here? So much…it was dark now. I packed up the picnic I had arrived with at two o'clock, and dragged everything under a nearby tree. Everytime Usagi was late it gave me some time to sit here and think. If I got too thoughtful around Usagi-san he thought something was wrong. I'd think about nothing and everything at once. About how much I've changed since I met Usagi-san. Now I was 24. It seemed like I'd never get to that age. Things were so serious now. I wasn't a kid anymore. I kinda wish I was though.

I sat here thinking of all the memories, the good and the bad. I remember that night when I broke up with Usagi. It was four years ago. It was after I turned 20. Because of some business trip Usagi hadn't been home when he said he would be. I remember getting so mad that I was crying. I thought he'd found someone else, or just liked to play with my emotions. I was sick of being lonely. That night I picked up the phone. I really don't know what got into me, but I dialed Usagi's number. Originally I planned to yell at him and make him feel bad.

"Hello? Misaki is that you. Perfect timing I just got back to my room so we can talk for a while. Is anything wrong? Are you okay?" I heard him flop down on the bed. I remember thinking "how could he be so carefree? What makes him think he can leave me alone like this?"

"We can't be together Usagi-san. I'm all alone all the time. I don't want to be lonely anymore." I was crying a lot then. I could barely understand myself.

"You're joking right? Misaki don't say things like that." Usagi was serious.

"I'm sorry." I hung up and made my way around the house shoving my things into my backpack. I took all I could carry and ran to the train station. Nii-chan's house wasn't that far away, just a ten minute ride. He'd moved closer a year before then.

I locked myself into the room my brother gave me. I cried loud. I couldn't help it. I knew he was worried about me, but I didn't want to talk to anyone. I just wanted to curl up and cry. I wanted to cry and not be judged for it.

"Misaki, Misaki! Open the door. Manami and I are worried. Just tell us what's wrong. We'll listen!What happened? Takahiro sounded so desperate. I couldn't even breathe let alone talk but I opened the door. Nii-chan looked shocked. I looked in the mirror and saw why. I looked horrible. My eyes were red and puffy and my hair was a mess. I looked a bit homeless.

"Misaki what happened?" Manami steered me towards the bed.

"We broke up…well I broke up with him. I was so lonely. It still was barely an excuse. I was just being stupid and now it's too late to take it back. I just didn't feel any happier lately…not happier than before like I used to be. There's still no one…still alone. It doesn't matter what I do." All I can remember is looking down at my feet. I was too ashamed to look up.

"Him?" Nii-chan looked at me questioningly. "Who?"

"Who do you think!" Were they really that stupid. Everyone else seemed to catch on quickly. "Usagi-san!" Nii-chan and Manami both turned pale.

"How long?" This wasn't helping anything.

"Since the first day I went by." I lie back on the bed and counted the ceiling tiles. I hated silence. I was much more comfortable in a place where people were talking. I should've just kept my mouth shut.