Disclaimed
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The temperature of the house is getting heavier and heavier. Tension is lingering through every dark corner. Dark clouds were starting to scatter on the wide sky, marking the nearing arrival of a storm.
A certain woman living in the said house is silently staring outside beside a huge pane. The clouds were pouring hard, as if it is sharing the same predicament she is suffering. True, she and Natsume have encountered many snags. Yet, the both of them remained tough. But never in her adventurous life have she experienced helplessness. She tried to be vigorous as much as possible. But she can't help but to feel alone.
Alone.
Alone is such an ugly word. She could feel tears threatening to fall from her amber locks. No. She mustn't cry. She wanted to control her emotions. She even promised her best friend, Hotaru, that she wouldn't cry hundreds of times. Still, she is aware of the void in her heart. The pain she was feeling physically was nothing compared to the pain in her heart. No matter how she tried to control her emotions, a tear fell which was followed by another. And another. And then another.
"Polka." A hoarse voice shattered her melancholic thoughts. She gently wiped her tears away.
"What do you want, Natsume?" She asked tenderly. She crooked her neck to face him, but then regretted it because of the tears threatening to fall again. Great, she thought. Just a mere sight of him makes her feel all deranged inside.
"You were crying again, weren't you?" His voice echoed through my mind. I was speechless. I was too numb to move. That was until I felt broad shoulders welcoming me. I was tightened to a warm hug that I will surely miss. I will miss my jii-chan. I will miss my classmates. I will miss our gang. I will miss Hotaru. I will miss our child, Mitsume. And of course, I will surely miss him. She thought.
"I can't believe it." She let out a soft chuckle amidst the pain she's bearing.
"Hm"
"When we were kids, I was too sure that you will be the first one to let go. After all, you're such a weakling back then." Natsume cringed a little. Mikan was too sure that once she broke their contact, she would probably see numerous veins on his head.
"Right. And you're such an idiot who would show someone her underwear."
"Natsume!" But they both know that they are just playing travesty to lighten the mood.
"Hey, Natsume" She voiced out calmly.
"What?"
"You can keep a promise, right?"
"Depends"
"Promise me that you will never forget me"
"Baka. Even if you didn't say that, I would do just as that."
"Arigatou" After she said that, she abruptly broke the hug and started walking out of the door.
"Where are you going?" The handsome boy voiced out monotonously. But if you look deeply on his eyes, you could see melancholic feelings swimming in it.
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"I'm sorry, Mr and Mrs Hyuuga." A man clad in white robes stated nonchalantly. Adjusting his eyeglasses, he then focused his eyes on the clipboard he is holding. "But it seems that Mrs. Hyuuga will not be staying for long as we expected. The flow of blood running through her heart veins may not be restored quickly. As for now, we are hoping to receive an AB Rh- blood typed heart donor. Statistically, Mrs. Hyuuga's blood type is one of the rarest types that exist. So we cannot raise your hopes up. I am very sorry."
He felt shocked. No. Shocked is an understatement. He looked at his wife who was sobbing quietly. That's when he realized that he must stand strong. Even just for a show. He softly yanked her for a hug. For the first time in his life, he felt useless. Useless. He vowed to protect her with his whole life. But there is nothing he can do about it right now. It was a done deal, and he knew it. He could never take it back. He can still hear her muffled sobs. The hiccups that can be heard throughout the room are like knives stabbing his heart. He hates to see her crying like this. Crying is a sign of weakness. He told himself millions of times. He wants to comfort her till her heart is contented, hoping not to break down himself.
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"Natsume Hyuuga! Earth to Natsume Hyuuga!" The brunette is impatiently shouting at her husband while flailing her small hands in front of his face.
"Huh?" Natsume muttered but loud enough for Mikan to hear.
"Jeez... I said that I will go to Mitsume's room! What are you daydreaming about anyway?"
"Nothing that concerns you"
"Mou Natsume. You never change at all" She started to walk towards the door again. Natsume noticed that Mikan is clutching the left side of her chest. She is practically limping over the doorknob! Agile as he was, he immediately ran to her aid as she falls.
"Baka youjo" He muttered as he helped her to get up again. He walked beside her and bent a little. "Ride on my back, youjo." he continued. Of course, Mikan is a bit hesitant. Well who wouldn't? When the last time that he carried her was on their honeymoon. So she thought that she is indeed growing fatter than ever. "Oi! I'm getting tired on bending here. Move it, will ya?" She slowly positioned herself on his back, feeling comfortable while leaning on his broad muscles. There is this awkward silence as they travelled from the Master Bedroom to their child's room. When they reached their destination, Mikan gradually unhooked her arms from Natsume's neck and brought back to her feet. Five year-old Mitsume is peacefully sleeping. Mikan couldn't help but to move her pale lips. She smiled. The smile that Natsume will surely miss. Her amber locks, even her rosy cheeks which are now paler than usual.
"Natsume," She muttered, her back facing him. Even so, he could feel that she's on a verge of tears again. "I don't want to see our child grew up irresponsible because of not having a mother. Please take care of him for me. I can trust you, right?" He unconsciously hugged her from behind. "Yeah" As usual, her hair smelled strawberries.
"Natsume, I always loved you, don't ever doubt that"
"I don't and I will never doubt it"
"Do you love me?"
"Yeah, I love you too."
"Then, I have a one last favour" No. This could not be happening. He thought. She sounded like she will be gone right here, right now. He felt a lump on his throat as he asked,
"What is it?"
"Call me by my name" She slowly voiced out.
"Mikan" he voiced out, her back still facing him. He's hugging her. And the small hands that is once holding his arm, finally, let go.
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Did I succeed in making a sad story? Please answer because this is my very first time in writing sad stories. Please review and state out my mistakes! I know that my grammar sucks and all. But I am really hoping to hear from you, guys!
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