Note: I know I should be continuing "New Girl", but I left the next four chapters for it at home. Sorry about that. I wrote this though because the idea for it had been rolling around in my head for quite a while, so I thought it'd be nice idea to write. This fic is from Toji's point of view after the end of the Peach Girl manga/anime. No pairings, just reflections, so I hope you all enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I don't own "Peach Girl", it belongs to Ueda Miwa and others.
I'm Glad You Didn't Turn Around
I watch for a moment as you turn and run down the road, your long hair flying behind you before I turn and walk down the street. I'm not sure where I'm headed, but I know I'm not going back to the hotel. The last image I want imprinted on my brain is you crying while I tell you my own securities.
I want to remember you as happy and smiling, the way you were when I let you go.
After all, I only wanted you to be happy and if Kiley is what makes you happy, then so be it. I'll be as content as I can watching from the sidelines. It's not like I didn't know that this day was coming; the knowledge that you would return to Kiley was always in the back of my mind. He is every that I'm not and everything that you want now. You loved me at one time, I have no doubt about that, but in the end you chose the person who fit you best.
It just wasn't me.
When you came back to me after you though that Kiley had finally dumped you, I wondered at first if it was just because I was there. I wondered if I was just convenient, a familiar person who you had trusted. Still, I pushed it all out of my mind and was happy being with you again. But now I know.
I really was just convenient.
You didn't need me at all. Of course I should have rejected you, tried to stay just on the "just friends" level, but I didn't. In the end, this ending for us is my fault.
I look up at the sky and the stars just stare down at me. There's a small park nearby, with a clearing the middle. At this time, there's no one there and for now I want to be alone. Walking down a path, I find myself in the clearing. I find my way to tree and slide down to the base, leaning against it like a back rest of a chair.
Even though I knew this day was coming, it doesn't mean that our final break-up doesn't hurt. I think it's more painful, knowing that the end of our relationship was inevitable. I stare up at the sky, trying not to cry.
That's when I'm glad that you didn't turn around, that I didn't call out to you. If I had, maybe you would have stayed, but it wouldn't make me happy. In the end I know I did the right thing.
It doesn't mean that I have to like it and it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt like a bitch.
Just because I'm a guy doesn't mean that I can't cry over a break-up. After all, you were my first love Momo. My first love, and in the end nothing can change that. And in the end, I don't regret anything about; all the hard times made all of us, Kiley, you, and me, stronger.
It doesn't mean that I can't cry about it though.
So I cry.