Here we go. . .
I was getting tired of putting Romantic as my second genre.
Words: 616.
(I refuse to say more!!)
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Simple, everything always starts off simple.
And week one starts. . .
"Is anyone sitting here?"
Lips parted, heart racing ― she shook her head.
"No. . ."
Now, he was sitting next to her ― next to her! Ruby eyes stare down at his wrist watch like he's waiting for something, most likely for a ride. He was executive of the company she worked for and they only had a few converses throughout the whole year she's been working there. And in those twelve months, she has developed a little crush on him ― well, it wasn't little. Nevertheless, it didn't matter much, given that he didn't know her name. Or even remember her.
"Do you want to have dinner with me?"
Eyes big, heart stopped! ― was he serious?
"M. . .m-me?" She was pointing to herself, but it was instinct.
"Yeah."
She couldn't help but show a smile ― finally!
"Yes, I do."
That was only week one, and it went by slower than expected. However, week two, three, and four quickly surpassed the first on. Looks spared in the workplace: shy smiles replied with arrogant smirks ― flushed cheeks with flirty touches; more and more dates followed: lunches together, fancy dining at night ― romantic kisses after a simply caress of the cheek; turns passionate with inching towards and a hand moving up her leg.
One thing led to another and, it seemed, they were dating now ― at least to the two of them it did.
And, it seemed, they were falling in love ― "don't let me go" love.
She didn't know much of it, but she felt comfortable enough to invite him into her apartment, and showed him around: her living room, kitchen; her bedroom ― then, the door shut.
Like mentioned, she didn't know much about love, but he had to love her to accept her so soon. It's only been a little over a month, but she didn't know better ― even though, this was her dreamland; he was her paradise.
Does he feel the same? ― she wanted to know for sure.
"I love you," he muttered in the afterglow.
If she wasn't sure before, she knows now.
Or was she not the only one inexperienced in this area?
It became awkward afterwards; he ignored her during the day, left her alone in the evening ― it all led to her crying; skipping work; almost giving up.
But what about her fantasy life that was being lived?
She didn't want it if it would hurt this much ― but he didn't let her. He used a small kiss and pleasure for his apology, but instead of leaving the morning after, he stayed ― it was only short-lived, though, since he had an appointment. He always had one, every week on the same day. And, it seemed, because of their relationship, she wanted to know everything about his life ― she was a part of it now, right?
And, it seemed, she was wrong.
She wasn't fully a part of his life.
It wasn't far, though!
However, now no longer naïve, she knew life wasn't far. And as she investigated openly, curiosity stabbed her heart from behind.
She should have just hide in the shadows like every day and waited for him to seek her out ― not the other way around.
"Sasuke," the lady said, smiling, "Introduce me."
When curiosity left, fear struck violently.
"Hinata. . ." He was averting his eyes. "This is my. . .wife."
She smiled and extended out her hand. "Nice to meet, Hinata, I'm Sakura."
No, she wasn't a part of his life ― not at all.
But just a footnote.
Y'know. . .
I really hate unhappy endings. . .
B(
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