Me: Hey~! :)

Ichigo: Sugoi ne! Another new story, Hoshimi-chan? xD

Me: Yup! xP This story will be one of my personal favorites, 'cause it's very special to me~! ;)

Ichigo: Why is it very special to you?

Me: It's dedicated to all my fanfiction friends! I might even dedicate each chapter to a different person. I'm not sure though! Oh, and by the way…this story will be a little hard to write for me…

Kashino: O.O BECAUSE IT'S WRITTEN IN MY POINT OF VIEW?!

Me: Yep! The whole multi-chaptered story; each and every chapter, delivered in Kashino's POV! Anyway…Without further ado, I don't own Yumeiro Patissiere and I hope you enjoy this story! :) And this is the first time I ever tried a writing style like this, so it's a little…different. You've been warned!

Reunion

Prologue: Teenage Memories

Her disappearance was simply shocking.

If she were a drop of water, she would have melted into the sea; mixing with so many different salty substances it would be impossible to find her. If she were a leaf, she would have left to the forest, into the thick trees with thousands and billions of leaves. The seasons would change and the sun would smother the colors of the leaves, and it would take inhuman ability to find her. Finding her would be like finding a needle in a haystack. She couldn't be serious about our marriage. She abandoned me; leaving me with my bewildered, mixed, confusing feelings about her.

I still don't understand why she left me. In fact, I never understood why she abandoned me. For one, I don't remember doing anything wrong. I didn't betray her or cheat on her, so that wasn't the reason. Thanks to Henri-sensei, we went to London and created a shop. That was when we started dating. Our conversations were light-hearted and fun. She was always cheerful; brightening my day and cheering me up. I fell for her wide puppy eyes every time, every single time. We always smiled when we were together, and we knew we loved each other with all our hearts.

So I decided to take the next step. I thought my life would improve, change for the better, when I proposed to her. I was almost 100% sure that she would say yes to our marriage. After all, she said she loved me, right?

I was almost floating in seventh heaven when she agreed to our marriage; even though I completely expected her answer. She put a genuine warm smile on my face; I was no longer stoic and emotionless. I was different now, almost transforming to a different person. Some of my classmates didn't even recognize me. I was constantly happy and cheerful because she affected my life. We had dates until the day of the wedding. I acted as generous and unselfish as possible, giving her my wallet every time and allowing her to buy sweets to satisfy her endless stomach.

Our wedding was supposed to be a happy day. Hanabusa had designed the wedding exterior, all the clothes patterns and everything. Yet, the most important person, the person I wanted to see the most, the person I loved with all my heart, the girl I yearned to shower with love and affection…

Didn't come.

That's right. She was my bride, the person I was supposed to marry. Yet she was the absent bride. She didn't show up at all. I was filled with depression and remorse, wondering everyday what I did. The wedding was cancelled, obviously. If I couldn't even find her, how could I marry her?

She was the cruel person in my opinion. She cast a dark shadow over my heart. I never loved anyone except her, and I thought she showed the same to me. She didn't show up to our wedding. She didn't come. She abandoned me. She left me. She left no note; she changed her address, her phone number, even her name. She changed everything, especially my life.

She didn't love me.

At all.

I was chasing after her mere shadow, loving her sincerely; wishing that I could finally get a grasp to her. But I was unsuccessful. I couldn't find her at all. I took a flight to Japan to look for her in her old home. Nope, I didn't find her. I even went to Marie's Garden to see if she came back to work at La Reve Coleur. I was wrong; she wasn't there either. And she definitely wasn't in London.

So where was she?

She had simply, disappeared, almost into thin air. She didn't even say goodbye to me. She didn't even notify me that she would be leaving. She didn't care about my feelings, she wouldn't want to know if my emotions had been messed up and confused. She wouldn't even bat an eyelash if I told her she tore my heart, ruining all the love I ever had for her.

I suffered without her. I struggled to continue my life without her usual optimistic, warm smile and without her chocolate wavy hair that flowed down to her shoulders. I missed her soft pink lips, the ones that pulled me into a gentle kiss every time we had a date together. I wondered everyday what I did to deserve her when we were dating, but now I know a fact – I don't deserve her. I never deserved her.

I tried to forget her. Wiping her from my memory was the only thing I could do, since I could never be healed from my heartbreak. Trying and failing, trying and failing, trying and failing. Finally, one day, I completely wiped her from my mind. I didn't love her anymore. I had lost all spirit that she was going to come back to me and tell me that she still loved me. I lost all hope that she was EVER going to come back.

Amano Ichigo; the girl who broke my heart.

Me: Okay…I know. That was…

Ichigo: Not your writing style.

Me: Hey, um, at least this isn't a tragedy! Kinda.

Kashino *rolls eyes*: "Kinda"? You seriously made me sound super cheesy in that short chapter.

Me: It's just a prologue! Anyway, tell me your thoughts on this prologue and if you think I should continue it! Please review! :)