Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket.
Author's Notes: Taking a break from my Ouran obsession. Thought I would go back to Furuba for a while. I 3 short stories. The pairing is a bit odd.
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There are nights I would lay awake at night and just feeling an overwhelming sense of longing. Pulling my blanket closer into my grip, imagining it were not a blanket, but the object of my desire and how I wish, my devotion. Some nights, as pathetic as it was, I would cry softly and wish it were his hands running along my back, whispering comforting words in my ear and staying close. I would fall asleep with him hovering over me, watching me sleep and holding me when I would toss and turn from nightmares.
No one takes him seriously. How can they? He's a jokester, but I can see under his playful exterior is a beautifully carved heart that would do anything to please the person he wished for. The way he looks when he throws everything into what he does, when he reveals his true intentions of love...
Sigh.
For now, I can only hug my blanket closer until I can finally get the courage to tell him how I feel. When I can finally scream from the heavens, Ayame Sohma, I love you.
Dear god, I am truly pathetic.