(Hey there fanfiction readers I bring you another story. By the way this is a Natsume-centric story so he may be OOC. Hope you enjoy.)
The Untold Story of My Love
'I love you.'
Those were the words I wanted to say to her but couldn't. I was too late; she's with someone else now. Someone who would love her without pulling her into the darkness. It was better this way.
But why do I still feel guilty? Was it because I didn't confess to her? Or is it because I endlessly tormented her to get her attention? Guilty for being a coward and letting her go easily? Probably.
My head throbbed from the memories –sweet memories—that came rushing back to me. Memories of the time when we use to hang out together.
I remembered the time that whenever I skipped class, she would come with me, sitting with me as well at the Sakura tree. I, of course didn't mind.
I remembered the countless times I would insult her for her underwear choice and the times when I would come with her to Central Town just to buy her stupid Howalons.
And who would ever forget the outburst she did when she had enough of me burning her dates. She was actually pretty cute when she was mad.
I'd hate to admit it but I loved the times we spent together. But that changed one day when she came to me beaming with happiness.
The words she said to me shattered me and would forever haunt my dreams. "Natsume, guess what I have a boyfriend. Can you believe it?"
I asked her who it was, because the guy would seriously get burned. To my utter surprised and disbelief it was Ruka, my best friend. I couldn't blame him; even he didn't know I was in love with the idiot.
I let my intentions of burning the guy go down. I wasn't going to hurt my best friend, so I let them be. Knowing fully well Ruka can take good care of her. So I just smirked at her and walked away, not knowing what to do anymore.
I hated the fact that they were together but I wouldn't do anything. I swore to myself; as long as she's happy I might as well be happy too.
Nobody and I mean nobody knew about the love I had for her. I kept it inside of me, no one knowing about it. And I kept it that way. You would say it was an untold story of my love for her.