Hello everyone! As you can see, it's been years since I wrote and surely, I can't remember any of the characters of my previous works but I'm going to limit it to the main characters of the original anime/manga. Anywho, this is probably a "sequel" of my one shot story. If you're interested in reading the first one, try to search for "First Love". I'm telling you, I pretty much suck in remembering any so please bare with me
So here it goes!
Read, review and enjoy! Plus I'm back!
I've always loved her more than just a friend but how can I tell her that when I'm with Nuriko and the kids. She had always been the most beautiful girl and yet she didn't flaunt it like any girl I've met, or even been with.
Mikan, oh Mikan. If only you knew how hard it is to stay with you despite everything else. Nuriko would wake up in the middle of the night and nudge me, asking me if I love her. Of course, I do. Nuriko is a great mother to our two wonderful kids but I can't shake the fact that I'm a despicable father and husband to her.
This is what you call cheating, emotionally and mentally.
I'm horrible, yes I am but Nuriko never lacked anything when it comes to providing for the kids and for taking care of my needs, whether it be in bed or…love.
I love Nuriko but I love Mikan the most, and that will never ever change.
As I stared outside the window of my office, I can't stop imagining her beautiful face. I wanted to hold her when her father died a year ago but I can't seem to do that without making Nuriko feel bad. I continued to sip the scotch that my good friend, Ruka, bought me when he got home from Scotland with Hotaru. It's the perfect combination of sweet and spicy, soft and it has definitely brought back memories of her spunky attitude yet delicate features. I don't know what to do anymore, I can't bring myself to this madness.
I have to let it all out.
End it.
So I finished my scotch and placed the beautifully crafted flute on my mahogany table, grabbed my phone and immediately dialed her number.
It was ringing, oh god. It took forever for me to call her number and what a dumbass I could be. Why now? Why did it take too long for me to find this courage to actually tell her how I feel?
Her fluid, angelic voice answered and I knew, deep down, I was going to hell for what I'm going to do…
Hmmm, so that was a cliffhanger!
This is actually a pilot chapter. I don't actually know what I'm going to do with this story but maybe, just maybe, it won't be a oneshot.
So please tell me what you think!
Ciao,
G.