Oo;; Wow. It's been a while since I've posted anything. Well, now I have three (possibly four) stories (all one-shots) that I have to type up, although two of them has just gone missing.
Anyway, the title of this one comes from a book I saw somewhere.
And of course, my lawyer has failed to secure the rights to Yuugiou for me.
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No One Runs Forever
I'm too tired for this right now…I think to myself while I watch him pack his bags and rant at me.
"…You know, I don't see why I started going out with you in the first place," he tells me, glaring at me while I stare out the window. I suppose he wants me to shout back. "You never held hands with me, you wouldn't even talk to me during school! It's like you want to keep our relationship a huge secret! I suppose I embarrass you," he snorts while he says that last sentence.
I really don't know what to say to him. He wants me to throw myself at his feet and apologize like crazy and beg him to stay, I can just tell.
This is strange. I don't think I can feel sad, no matter how much I used to think that I couldn't live without him, that I couldn't sleep without knowing that he would always comfort me if I had a nightmare.
Maybe, deep down, I really am sad that he's leaving me. Maybe, deep down, I also know that nothing I can say would stop him.
Fastening his beat up High-Tops to his feet, he lifts his head to glare at me. "This was doomed from the start. I should have expected this from someone like you," he spits out the last word as if there are hoards of people out there that have the same hair and eye color, height, weight, and general attitude as I do. (Heaven help us if these people did exist.)
"I'm leaving now, Seto," he pauses, as if he expects me to tell him not to. "And there's nothing you can do to stop me," this time he glances around our bare (and rather small) apartment, like he expects to see a banner on the wall that tells him in bold letters to stay.
"It's not all my fault, you know. You would never let me help you after a fight with your father, and you would constantly snap at me when I told you to pick up your clothes," I tell him, finally deciding to speak as he closes the door.
His eyes widen, but he only grunts in response, not wanting to believe that the downfall of our relationship had anything at all to do with him.
"No one runs forever, Jou," I whisper when I hear his footsteps in the hallway.
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Written by Yoko at about 12:05 P.M. on February 17th, 2005.
