Disclaimer: I don't own FURUBA.
I had chosen.
For the first time, I'd decided.
I chose him.
And together we were happy.
But over the course of a year,
Just one pitiful year
I found something out.
I had chosen one of them,
But I had chosen wrong.
I saw him one day.
She was crying on his shoulder.
He let her.
Funny, I thought, she didn't really care for him.
Then I saw something that surprised me.
He gently rubbed her back,
And her leaned in and kissed her.
Her brown hair, shorter than mine flowing in the wind.
Leaves falling down around them.
And they stayed there.
I knew, I wasn't wanted here.
I had chosen wrong.
The prince I had loved so much,
Had fallen for another.
And the bitter irony was,
That she had chosen another over him
Until today of course.
And The one she chose, chose me
And I chose The prince.
And in the end, It mattered not, nobody was happy with this circle,
Especially not those left all alone,
At the end of the chain.
Then I thought,
Was this how he felt?
When I chose the prince over the knight,
Was this how he felt?
Torn up inside,
Bitter,
Jealous,
And most of all, mad at yourself for not seeing.
Not noticing the way they looked at someone else.
And it was my fault.
Mine.
I felt this way now, and it was because I made him feel that pain.
My knight in shining armor.
So the prince loved the other girl.
The girl loved the knight.
The knight loved me,
I loved the prince.
And we had all made each other hurt.
And the worst was, I started the vicious cycle to begin with.
I felt my eyes get wet.
My whole being shook as though ready to break.
And although I didn't explode, I began to cry.
It was all my fault,
I had chosen wrong.
And as I sat there crying,
Someone's footsteps drew near.
I tried to dry my eyes,
But the tears wouldn't stop.
My vision was blurry because of them.
So I couldn't see his face.
I didn't need to.
It was him, the one I should have chosen all along,
My knight in shining armor.
He came to me, and kneeled beside me.
He lifted a gentle finger to my face
And wiped away my tears.
I looked at him,
His face was not grim,
Nor did it show hate.
It was not the face I was used to.
One I had seen for the entire year,
One I had never looked at close enough to say what it was.
It was a face full of pain.
I finally noticed.
He was hurting.
I had done this.
I looked at him.
I sob the words I need to say.
"I'm sorry."
His pain deepens in his eyes,
And he pleads more desperately than his eyes,
"Don't."
I look at him confused,
My tears are ceasing.
"Don't apologize."
He begs
"Don't cry. Don't be hurt."
He continues
"Don't"
and in a second
His face is covered in tears as well.
It's my turn.
And I cannot chose my words.
I stay quiet.
Afraid I will chose wrong.
And if I do, I will destroy him.
I will destroy his heart
If I chose wrong again.
I stay quiet,
And instead I cry too.
And we cry until he puts his head on my shoulder.
I feel wanted again.
I had chosen right this time.
I was certain.
And following his actions,
I rest my head on his.
He raises his other arm
And holds me as close as he can.
I do the same.
And I make a silent promise,
Never again
Will I make,
The wrong choice.