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Song: First Love
Artist: Hikaru Utada
Chapter 1:First Love
Everyone seemed to talk at once. No one seemed to shut up. It was a Friday night and everyone was walking around the strip. Clubs, restaurants, and other shops were open with bright lights to draw customers and tourists in. He seemed to blend into the crowd. The only thing that was different was the fact that he still wore his goggles on top of his head. It was his trademark. It was how he was and he would never get rid of it.
Happy couples walked around holding hands. It was close to Valentines day. How he hated that day now. In the past he would not think much of it. He would always be busy on any day of the week, even if it was a special day. Now that those days were over he had time to actually think. Time to see the days. They usually just passed him by. Now he wishes they could come and leave like the old days.
The old days consisted of running away, stealing, sleeping in a different bed every night. And Mai. Mai would be with him. She would be by his side. He would be by hers. They would both rule the world, or so they thought. Or so he thought. Now that she wasn't, the days dragged on endlessly.
'the last kiss
tasted like tobacco
a bitter and sad smell'
She was even beautiful when she cried. He adored her. Loved her. Cherished her. Would do anything for her.
"We can't keep this up. Something has to give. I can't hurt any of you guys again." She made up her mind. He stood there baffled. How did this happen? When did it happen? Why didn't he see it? Before she could leave he held her from behind one more time.
"You want to leave? Leave all the fun? Leave all the memories? How can someone do that?" Any way, some way, he had to convince her to stay. But she was always a hardhead.
"Please. Let me go. I want to do this before I hurt you anymore." His finger burned. He just realized he still had his cigarette in his hand. Dropping it on the floor, he stepped on it and held her once again. Turning her around slowly, he held either sides of her face.
"Hurt me, love me. I don't care." He whispered before kissing her. He would have never guessed it would have been their last kiss. Taking hold of his hands, she took them off of her.
"But I do." Last thing he heard was the door shut. He was alone and the smell of tobacco seemed overwhelming.
'tomorrow, at this time
where will you be?
who will you be thinking about?'
It's been a while since she left. She left and never came back. Not even a word was heard from her. Absolutely nothing. Around this time he would go to his temporary home to see her counting money or seeing how much value their stolen good were. He loved hearing the clicking of diamonds together. It sounded like two glasses in a toast. Was she counting money right now? Collecting her stolen jewelry? What was she doing right now?
The glass he held now was filledwith vodka. Their favorite drink. Their favorite past time. Drinking at the beach talking about anything and everything. One night she got so drunk she started talking about her love. He was younger than her but she loved him nonetheless. They saw each other behind his back. He knew it but seemed to block that out. Was that who she thought of every time they made love? He wondered about that now.
'you are always gonna be my love
even if I fall in love with someone once again
I'll remember to love
you taught me how
you are always gonna be the one
it's still a sad love song
until I can sing a new song'
When he first met her she was a cocky bitch. Soon he learned that he loved her. She had her first love and she was his first love. The first person he would actually kill for. There's not a day that goes by that he doesn't think about. She taught him so many things. He's always known how to hate. Never to love. Never to be close to someone. She came and showed him. Showed him in beautiful ways.
After her he thought he could never love anyone else. After her, he thought he could never trust again. To this day he hasn't. She was his first. His only.
'the paused time is
about to start moving
there's many things that I don't want to forget about'
The way she smelled after a long hot shower. It was maddening. She was always a tease. Coming out of the shower in a very small towel, barely covering her. Every time she took a shower he waited for her outside. When she would come out he would ravage her. She would enjoy it. Now that he thought about it she probably would come out in the same style small towel to tease him. She was always a tease.
A million years could pass by and he would always think of her. To him their times together stand still in time. He would never forget their times together. He would never forget her smiles. Her laugh. Her. He would never dare forget. Even after what she did. Even after her decision.
'tomorrow, at this time
I will probably be crying
I will probably be thinking about you'
Each night is the same. He actually stayed in one place for the first time in years. The same people. The same small apartment that overlooked the ocean. The same lingering pain. The days were the same, the pain stayed the same. He would never stop. He would never stop thinking, loving, caring. He can't. It's a feeling he cannot drown out, not even with the bottles of vodka in his apartment. Every night he goes out to see the people pass by. The only thing that seems to change are the people. Everything else, stays the same.
'you will always be inside my heart
you will always have your own place
I hope that I have a place in your heart too
now and forever you are still the one
it's still a sad love song
until I can sing a new song'
Does she think about me? Will she ever stop and think about me? Those thoughts are maddening. Annoying. Yet, they always come at the same time every night. She will always have a place in his heart. Eventually he will move on. Not just yet, but eventually. The other man she is with will probably never know about him, but he'll see that there was someone before him. Someone who also seemed to steal her heart. The heart she took back.
'you are always gonna be my love
even if I fall in love with someone once again
I'll remember to love
you taught me how
you are always gonna be the one
it's still a sad love song
Now and forever'
One day he will move on. One day he will fall in love once again. But he will always remember his first love. His only..
"Varon, promise you will always love me. Never doubt me. Never forget about me." Varon laid on his side, the sand blew in the wind because of his movements. It was another night of drinking and dreaming. Tonight she was going to make her decision. He could see it in her beautiful violet eyes.
"I promise."
This is a one shot kind of thing. It will involve three more chapters from different points of view. Though you may slightly get it, you don't got the whole story yet. This chapter was obviously Varon's point of view. So hang on tight and continue to read and please update.