THE
REMAINING OF A HEART
by
yui/alex
How is it when everybody think about love they make a bright smile, but now, I'm in love and there is no smile, only the feeling of tears running down my face. Unfortunate its been like this from the moment my heart was stolen from me. The person who owns it, she does not even know. She would never know. My lips are sealed, and I'll never speak the words I am longing to tell. She is taken, she is in love, and its not me. The love for someone else is shining bright in her eyes. Her eyes, so beautiful, so full of life, they hardly know when I enter or leave a room, and it's breaking my heart pice for pice. Those beautiful eyes, on that beautiful body are watching the man standing next to her, a man I know loves her, but he does not deserve her, no one does, and that include me.
I first knew I loved her the day my brother came home with his fiancé. He introduced her as Mizuki. A name I've heard before. From what I recall my brother had a roommate with that name. A boy. The Mizuki who was in front of me that moment was fare from male. She was a goddess. My memory from that moment are wage, but I recall asking how those people could have the same name. Thats when they told me, dad and my step mom how they met. We were all shocked. The goddess and the little boy from all those years back were the same person. Dad was in the beginning a little upset that his son shard a room with a girl during his school years, but my step mom calmed him down. Her opinion was that their love story was like a unrealistic romantic fairytale. A beautiful one. Me on the other hand wanted to run away. For the first time in my life I was in love, and it was my brothers fiancé, who I had thought was a boy. In the end I manage to get a hold of my feeling and spoke the word "congratulation" before I walked out of the room under the excuse that I was tired. That night was the first of many in witch I could not sleep. If I dreamt it would be of erotic dreams about me and this goddess. It still is, more than a year lather.
At this
moment I feel the same need for running as I did that time. But this
time I can not run away. This time I had to stand put. I had to hide
me feelings, harden my eyes and look at the loving couple as they
were pronounced man and wife. I could feel my heart shatter more and
more. When they kissed I could not even feel my heart, it was as if
it was gone.
Lather that
night I went over to the newlyweds. I shook my brothers hand, and
gave his wife a hug while I whisper into her ear "Welcome to the
family". After that I walked from the celebration. Without a heart,
because my heart had become the dust witch blew away with the wind.
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