Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket. Just an autographed copy of the 4th disk. (By Laura Bailey!)

A/N: This is a random drabble that I wrote while in A.P. American History. I wasn't sure whether or not I wanted to post it, as it's so different from what I usually write, and hasn't been polished or anything. Still, on the advice of a good friend, I decided to. I hope you enjoy it. All feedback is appreciated.


She packed her bags.

And we sat downstairs.

For two years, we had studied together, laughed together, shared our troubles. We had lived together, eaten our meals together, in this house.

And now she was leaving.

We had welcomed her into our home and our lives, ad she had accepted us, despite our dark secrets.

Even when she learned the darkest of the dark, she still stayed.

We all loved her. She was our little flower, and, without her, we all would have been lost.

Now she was all grown-up, and it was time for her to go.

She walked away.

And still we sat.