After she broke my heart, it was the little things that I remembered the most. The way our bodies fit together perfectly when we kissed, the way she'd look when she didn't know I was watching, the inexplicable, endearing things that would suddenly captivate her, like that scene in Romeo and Juliet, the one with Dicaprio. She would tear up when Romeo found out Juliet was dead, mouthing his anguish filled words along with him. "I hate this part" she'd say every time. "Love till death," she would say as we see the heartbreak Romeo feels. He takes one look at Juliet and just melts. His eyes are filled with wistfulness and longing and you can see that he knows how much he's lost.
But in the real world men don't have heartache like that. We feel it just as much, we just don't show it. For men it's a dark brooding beast. We don't wear our broken hearts on our sleeves, it suffers in silence and pretends it doesn't care. In real life Romeo probably would've gotten drunk and moved on. He forgot about Rosaline fast enough.
Even back then, my heart was steeling itself because I was afraid one day our love would be lost or abandoned. And she would be hoping for a reaction something like his.
And that day -a year or so after we'd broken up because of a fight so stupid that now I don't even remember what it was about- I was at a Chinese restaurant with a new girlfriend and there she was. Looking beautiful with some idiot who didn't deserve her. Did I melt? Could you hear my heart breaking?
No.
Though that was how I felt inside on the outside I was the same cold me. Even as I knew this girl I loved, still love, would go home and be in the arms of another man.
I knew that it was over and everything we had shared would never come back. It hurt like Hell. Even though my heart felt like it was being cut out with a dull knife I acted as though we'd never met.
As a child I wasn't afraid to cry, or show pain. As a man it was the opposite. Even when I was alone I didn't cry. And it was for one simple reason. I was afraid that if I started I wouldn't be able to stop.
It wasn't because I felt nothing, it was because I felt everything.
Even after all these years while she's married, had children and grandchildren I never moved on. She introduced me to love and I falsely assumed it was easy to find again. And maybe it was for her, but not for me.
As I sit here, alone in my big house, my company run by my nieces and nephews, I know the truth. Serenity Wheeler was the one that got away.
A little one shot, if I get enough reviews and people are interested I might do one from Serenity's POV. If it was unclear at all I had Kaiba be like Bruce Wayne in Batman Beyond, I always thought Bruce's being alone like that until his old age was incredibly sad and I realized Kaiba might end up like that too. Kaiba never married or had children, leaving everything instead to Mokuba's family. Anyway please review, tell me what you liked, what you thought of it, how you feel about Kaiba, etc. I want to know what my readers like and dislike.