Ren was warm under me. His breath was coming in slow and even. I was curled around him with my arms wrapped around his body and Ren had an arm around my shoulders. The two of us weren't wearing any clothes and the lights were low. We had made love as soon as the door had shut behind us and eventually we had made it to bed. I loved him so much that I didn't want the moment to ever end. The moment was so average and happened every day to people everywhere. We were just a couple sleeping together in the same bed.
Ren felt like my soul mate and it didn't matter what was around me and it didn't matter where I was and it didn't matter how average the moment was. In this bed I was home because I was with Ren and I loved Ren, and it was so easy to admit. His apartment was so rich and screamed how much money he had. The bed was big enough to get lost in and silky enough to slid off of. It should have been a cold and meaningless place and in a way it was but it still wasn't because for as much as it should have been cold. The apartment shouted Ren.
I didn't care about the bed and I didn't care about the apartment that I was in. I didn't care if there were people waiting for us outside the apartment building the next morning. I didn't care about Sho. I didn't care about anything but the two of us and the fact that we were married and we would be spending the rest of our lives together.
I was Ren's wife. I thought I would never have it in my heart to give myself to someone else so completely, but I had moved on and I had fallen in love again, and in more ways it was more and it more ways it was so different from the first time. The ring on my finger was never coming off.
My wedding gown was on the floor and Ren's tux was thrown across a chair. As bride and groom, we had made quite a sight and everyone had loved seeing us in our wedding attire, but at the end of the day the vows we had spoken had been meaningless because even without them we would have been together forever. The wedding gown and the suit didn't mean anything because they were clothes.
We were just two people and we were in love and that was all that mattered. We didn't need a piece of paper to tell us that we would be together forever. We already knew that. I would drive him nuts and he would drive me nuts, but as long as we didn't kill each other we would have one another.
I held on tighter, and the tighter I held on the more the feeling of Ren seemed to fade. I tried to feel the warmth but the warmth faded into a coolness and the coolness slowly faded into cold and suddenly my arms were wrapped around nothing.
Suddenly I was alone again, and I felt like crying a river for the loss of warmth and for the loss of a part of my soul. God it hurt so much. I opened my eyes and I was in a big bed but I didn't recognize anything around me and suddenly I wasn't home anymore and the pain hurt so much.
I had let go. I hadn't held on tight enough and it was all gone. I should have tried harder.
Moments later Kyoko woke up in her own bed all alone and she had no idea why she was crying.
A/N: I wish I could have come up with something a little bit more upbeat. I wanted to write something before this weekend. I'm going to an anime convention! Anyway, I'm not going to get anything done while I'm there and I work the next seven days after that. I didn't see myself writing much in the near future. I opened up word and this is what came onto the screen. Despite it's shortness and it less then comedic theme I really like it and I hope you do too. This is the beginning of yet another addiction. I plan to write many Skip Beat fics. If you liked this, more are to follow shortly. R/R
