Ok this is the first fic that i'm publishing so I'm a little nervous about the reviews. I'm Portuguese so there's probably some gramatical errors.

PS: I have to thank to Neffer-Tari and my friend Ricardo for the help. Arigatou

Disclaimer: Paradise Kiss and all the characteres belong to Ai Yazawa.

It only had passed two years from the wedding and they wore already a troubled couple.

Hiroyuki knew, from the beginning, that Yukari might be married with him, but she never would love him as she loved (and maybe loves, who knows?)… George. Yukari always pretended that she was happy, that Hiroyuki really was the man for her, the only one in her heart. But she doesn't know that Hiroyuki notice her red, swollen eyes, she doesn't know that he sees her gentle body getting slimmer, and she also doesn't get that he knows why she's sighing all the time.

But it all just became clearer some weeks ago, when they wore taking a walk in Shibuya. Yukari since she was getting slimmer stop having much work as a model, but she still had the connections.

- Caroline…!

She looked at the man who called her that way, scared and… nervous.

- Seiji-san?

- Caroline! Where have you been? You never showed up at the atelier again. We only hear about you from Miwako.

- You know… I have things to do, but… I promise I'll show up when I have time…

- Good! George sent some drawings from Paris and I wanted to seen them in you…

- How… is he…? – She asked carefully, totally absent form her husband presence.

You don't know? He's with Isabella now. It reminds me of old times…

And there it was, George. It was always about him.

For some people who knew the truth about Isabella, saying that he and George were together had a different meaning. But not to her. She always knew about Daisuke's love and she also knew that it wasn't the first time that they were "together".

A few words were said and they got back home full with thoughts.

"Miwako…"

Yes, since Seiji said her name Hiroyuki was absent.

For some time he forgot about her. No, it was a lie. She was the only one in his mind even when he was making love with his beautiful wife, Yukari.

"It doesn't matter! I'm married and she has… Arashi"

Despite the fact that they, until the first year of high school, were best friends he couldn't forgive the fact that Arashi forbade Miwako from seeing him.

He was walking alone in the dead night. Yukari started crying after receiving a letter. He wasn't stupid; he knew it was from Paris. Now everything was making him mad. How can Yukari be so selfish? Didn't she notice that he was suffering too? That he was trying so hard to make their relationship work?

Maybe that was the problem. Relationships aren't supposed to be forced, but they require work from both parts, and if she isn't working, is she being forced to be with him?

He shook his head way from these thoughts. He looked around wondering where his feet took him.

Hiroyuki opened his eyes wide. It was Mikako's place. Why? It wasn't supposed to happen!

After thinking a little, he decided to give her a call.

- Moshi-moshi?

- Miwako-chan? It's Hiroyuki… I'm outside, can you come here?

- Ohh! Hiro-kun! Yes, Miwako will come outside right now!

"Hiro…"

He smiled.