A/N: So, I said I won't be writing any fics but...screw that! This is really short and boring so, yeah. This is yuri, don't like, don't read.
Disclaimer: I own Vocaloid...in my dreams
Holding a thin, sharp blade, she grinned. I wonder why you would choose him over me. You chose the guy who repeatedly broke your heart. The guy that made you cry more than smile. The guy that would come running back to you, saying he regretted hurting you, only to repeat the same mistake the next day.
Why? The cold metal was pressed onto her left wrist, it stung a bit, but was nothing compared to the pain in her heart.
You would give in to his sad face instead of mine, even if I was the one who comforted you when you are down. You enjoy his company rather than mine, but in reality I spend more time with you. You thanked him each time he carries your bag, but I never received one when I help you while you are bullied.
Why? She threw the blade down and staggered to the room door, already knowing where her next destination is.
You would accept his confession, not knowing how I felt. I cheered you on, supported you two, crushing my own heart just to see you happy, secretly wishing I was the one who made you happy .You believed a rumor that came out of nowhere, instead of the truth that came out from my mouth. You were disgusted of me, liking you, but that was neither true nor false, because the truth is, I love you.
You never help me when I was being bullied, even if they hit me. You were right there, watching, emotionless. She was now on the city's tallest tower.
I don't get it. No matter how much hate I received, how badly you treated me, I still love you.
As ocean blue eyes looked at the view of the city, a gush of wind blew through her long pink hair, blood still trickling down her wrist.
Maybe it's because I am childish, naïve. Being depressed over a crush but, I think this is more than that.
The pinkette climbed onto the steel railing.
I, Megurine Luka, am in love with Hatsune Miku.
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