"Bye Kiba" She said leaving me here sitting alone at the table in the café that caused our paths to meet
She has a date to go to. I know she does, I helped her get the date. I remember exactly how it was before I helped her.
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I was in a bakery, buying a couple of snacks for my friends when I saw a girl across the street reading a book. I've seen her multiple of times and she's always at the café reading. I know what she's doing; she's waiting for someone that she'll never meet.
She was sitting alone at a small table reading, when a guy passed the table. She looked up from the book and stared at him and every move he made.
I left the bakery not thinking much of it. I came to the café the next day and saw the same thing. I returned everyday for a week and everything replayed itself.
She would be reading a book at the same time, a guy would walk in and buy coffee, and while he was doing so she'd stare at him.
One day I wanted to figure out why and so I decided to seat myself at the table she sat at. She ignored me for a good five minutes until I said hello.
She smiled at me, said hello, and went back to reading her book. Her smile; even if it was brief it was nice and cute. I looked at her face as she read, and she was probably uncomfortable with me being here but she was too polite to say anything to me.
Someone walked into the café and I saw it was the same guy she'd stare at. I looked over at her and saw that she was staring at him from the corner of her eyes.
The guy bought his coffee and left like usual.
"So you like him?" I asked as I stared at the girl in front of me
She looked up from her book; surprised and tried to ignore my gaze on her. After asking her once more she nodded in response.
"I'll help you get to know him" I said
She thanked me but then asked me how. I stated a plan, and that was the first of our talks that lasted for an hour or two over coffee.
It went on like that for a couple of weeks but then she realized how happy I'd be. She asked me why I was always in a good mood. I never gave her an answer though.
Through our talks I realized how innocent the girl was in this corrupted world. She needed support and I became her support. When we were together I'd make the time last, I wouldn't waste time.
Through the time we spent together, I became attached to her, but she'll never know how much she means to me. I started to grow feelings for her and I knew that, but I couldn't do anything about it. I was trying to get her to know the guy she admired.
Seeing her for 3 months at the café daily; there were things I wanted to say. I already knew things about her like every thought she had, and her personality. But I wanted more I wanted every touch, every smile, every frown. I was becoming greedy, I wanted her for myself. I wanted her to be mine.
I asked her one day what her ideal type was. She had no idea what to say, but I knew everything I wanted and it was her. There were times when I was helping her where I wanted to confess to her, but I know she'd turn me down.
We became close; and after awhile we even shared pain. If I was hurt she'd hear me out and if she had troubles I'd help her out in anyway.
She was perfect in every way. She was a flower in a field if weeds. But I couldn't do anything about it; she only had eyes for a guy whom she admired from long ago. Why can't she belong to me?
As the months passed she made progress with knowing the guy, they talked and exchanged numbers. I lost my hope at being with her, but she found hope in being with the guy.
They started to talk more. They'd hang out together often and I became nothing but a memory.
I haven't seen her for five days so we met up at our table at the café. She told me how the guy asked her out on a date. I was crushed at that moment, which surprised me...I was aware from the start that she liked him. But I set myself up for heartbreak.
We met again at the café before her date. We talked like we did when we first met. It was heart wrenching for me to see this girl who I've come to love not be mine.
The guy walked into the café and he called her over. She stood up from her seat and bid me goodbye.
"Bye Kiba" She said leaving me here sitting alone at the table in the café that caused our paths to meet
So now I'm here to think about the times we've had. What if I told her that I've grown to love her? That I thought of her more than a friend. That I truly cared for her. That I noticed her true beauty and worth without anyone having to point it out to me.
What if I would've confessed back then? I never had the nerve to ask her what she thought of me; maybe she could've had feelings for me at one point. Has my chance of being with her come and pass?
"Hinata...surrender yourself to me" I said quietly, letting a tear slide down my cheek
Hello there ^_^ I'm Aka and this is a two-shot I wrote a couple months ago. Anyway if you guys read Beauty Is Important,my ass it is which is a kibahina fic I'm currently writing, than expect an update.
~Aka