Nothing I do makes the loneliness leave. It'll be forever with me. But, I
had to leave. There was no way to stop it from happening. Especially if I
intend to be able to join my team when we go to the Nationals.
I remember my promise with Oishi—we'll take the team to the Nationals during our time here at Seigaku. We'll. Not just Oishi. But Oishi and I together. I don't break my promises.
I had to go. That game with Atobe nearly destroyed my shoulder during the Hyotei match. Forgive and forget? Can't. Atobe nearly killed the thing I hold most precious to my life—tennis. No. Wait. Not the thing I hold most precious to my life, but one of the things I hold most precious to my life. Of course, no one knows about it though—my cold, stern exterior makes it hard for anyone to read my emotions.
Anyone, except Fuji. Fuji Syuusuke. The cruelest person I know; the person I have fallen in love with; one of the two people that can manage to see through some of my cold exterior. How can he do it with his eyes closed all the time and that smile pasted to his face? I'll never know.
Fuji. How could I leave him? It broke my heart when I had to go. But he doesn't know it...I think. I never confessed to him. I can't ever. My family expects too much of me. Coming from a traditional family, there's no way I could ever tell them I have a boyfriend. Girlfriend, sure; that's what they expect of me. They don't expect me to fall in love with some guy from the tennis club or to turn professional in tennis. But, it's my life, so can't I just do what I want? It doesn't matter. They've let me come this far; I might as well respect them for what they want from me. Who knows, maybe this whole liking Fuji thing is just a phase? I doubt it. My feelings for him are too strong.
Despite all this, I think Fuji might know how I feel about him. Before I left, he seemed a bit...hmm...how should I put it...flirty. But then, it could also just be Fuji acting like Fuji. I don't know. Love was never something I was good at. I just know how to be a strong tennis player—undefeated at Seigaku.
::sigh:: Life isn't easy. But, what can I do about it? Just keep going on, I guess.
Tezuka got up off the bench in the park and returned to his dorm room. Only to find himself drawing out pen and paper to write his beloved a letter that would never be mailed.
I remember my promise with Oishi—we'll take the team to the Nationals during our time here at Seigaku. We'll. Not just Oishi. But Oishi and I together. I don't break my promises.
I had to go. That game with Atobe nearly destroyed my shoulder during the Hyotei match. Forgive and forget? Can't. Atobe nearly killed the thing I hold most precious to my life—tennis. No. Wait. Not the thing I hold most precious to my life, but one of the things I hold most precious to my life. Of course, no one knows about it though—my cold, stern exterior makes it hard for anyone to read my emotions.
Anyone, except Fuji. Fuji Syuusuke. The cruelest person I know; the person I have fallen in love with; one of the two people that can manage to see through some of my cold exterior. How can he do it with his eyes closed all the time and that smile pasted to his face? I'll never know.
Fuji. How could I leave him? It broke my heart when I had to go. But he doesn't know it...I think. I never confessed to him. I can't ever. My family expects too much of me. Coming from a traditional family, there's no way I could ever tell them I have a boyfriend. Girlfriend, sure; that's what they expect of me. They don't expect me to fall in love with some guy from the tennis club or to turn professional in tennis. But, it's my life, so can't I just do what I want? It doesn't matter. They've let me come this far; I might as well respect them for what they want from me. Who knows, maybe this whole liking Fuji thing is just a phase? I doubt it. My feelings for him are too strong.
Despite all this, I think Fuji might know how I feel about him. Before I left, he seemed a bit...hmm...how should I put it...flirty. But then, it could also just be Fuji acting like Fuji. I don't know. Love was never something I was good at. I just know how to be a strong tennis player—undefeated at Seigaku.
::sigh:: Life isn't easy. But, what can I do about it? Just keep going on, I guess.
Tezuka got up off the bench in the park and returned to his dorm room. Only to find himself drawing out pen and paper to write his beloved a letter that would never be mailed.