I invited you home, and you came. But when they came out, you ran, left me alone. Mama had told once, "If he can't love you for who you came from, than he can't love you at all." I had argued, claimed you were the one. And I had been wrong, for that same year, you had went to France and fell in love with a beautiful french woman.
You never apoligized, never said 'I'm sorry', instead, you sent an invatation for your marriage. I was right, she was beautiful. Long blonde hair, and a delicate smile, you both seemed happy, so I moved on. I met Ikuto, who proposed two years later. He had accepted my family, my parents, even Ami.
You had two daughters, lovely daughters. Minako and Yua, I had seen them twice, only twice. I didn't have the nerve to see them again, for they reminded me so much of you, so, so, much. When me and Ikuto had our first child, you rejected him. His name was Yoru, and you hated him.
Even though I was with Ikuto, there was a void in my heart, a void that could only be filled by you. I ignored it, claimed to myself that I thought of you only as a brother. It wasn't true though, I missed you, wanted you to hold me, wanted you to love me. I couldn't though, for your wifes happiness, Lulu, my husbands, Ikuto, and yours, Tadase.
Rima noticed too, that I was never really happy. "What's wrong, Amu?" She asked me with guilt ridden eyes, but I told her I was fine, just a bit sick. She never believed me, she never figured out why I was sad though. Because of you. You came to see me often, especially when Ikuto got diagnosed with cancer.
And you only made it worse. I saw you cuddle with Lulu, kiss her and make her blush, soon, though, I began to despise her. I hated every moment you two were together, and once again, I did nothing about it. My heart ached when you two kissed, or told the other you loved them. While I sat, watching Ikuto's breath, waiting to tell him, I love you.
He died a month later, you were concerned for me. You helped pay off the house dept, the car too. You talked to me more, made sure I wasn't lonely. But it hurt worse than it did when you weren't there. You never noticed, you only came more. Yoru had become hysterically emotional, and rejected my care for him, shoved me away, just like you had.
Kukai tried telling you I was fine, but you always said the same thing, "No, I want to help her." Yaya tried too, and once more you said, "No, I want to help her." Yoru had finally accepted me, told me he was sorry, something you never did. He grew up and left me, marrying your Minako.
You never talked to me after that. You didn't even come to see your granddaughter, Lucia. It hurt Yoru and Minako both, it even hurt me. Why? Why did you resent my child, me, even your own? Lulu had come though, wich made my stomach do somersaults. It painded me to talk to her, but I kept on anyway.
Even now, now that I'm dead, I admit to myself, I never stopped loving you. And if I had to choose between you and Ikuto, I don't know who I'd choose. You sit and stare at my grave, then you see me, you whisper my name, you try to touch me but you can't. Because now, I am a black angel.
Crazy-
It just came too me in the bathtub~ I hope you review, it was hard to write, but overall, I liked it! :)