Desclaimer:
I wish Shigure and Hatori were mine... but alas they are not. I own nothing.

A/N:
i really had no intention to write one such story, but it was CuteLittleEarthbender , who asked me to not to finish off with the Shigure in my other story Who is mine, its kind of the sequel to that story but can still work preferabely fine without the previous one aswell.
i am dedicating this story to CuteLittleEarthbender , i would love to hear from CuteLittleEarthbender to know whether this ending is acceptable of not ;)
and to all the readers of all my stories, who have encouraged me to write although i consider myself as no writer

I look at my friend, the person I thought I knew like an open book, but now looking at him sitting on my porch, makes me realize that he is a complete stranger.

He has dark circles around his heavy lidded eyes, his complexion pale. His eyes have kind of the glassy look in them, which makes him look drunk, but being a doctor, specially his doctor for so long, I know this is because of his high fever. He looks weak, tired and old, but still his cheeks are holding that pink tint of high temperature. Despite my request, my pleading, my orders he has not left his seat in the cold even after hours. He is still looking into the distances, his eyes focused on the nothingness, blank and empty.

Our very dear old Shigure tried to commit suicide few days back. No one believed it. How could they? Shigure had never been the one to take anything to his heart. Never stayed tense let alone go to such extremes. He had always looked happy, carefree, how could anyone know that it was a mask, a mask he wore to trick not only all of the family but also two of his closest friends to hide his true feelings. Tohru was freaked out when she found him lying in the puddle of blood in his study, when she entered to clean up his study. Help reached him very quickly. He was very lucky to survive, but….

But ever since he woke up, he has not uttered even a sound. No one has been able to get him into talking, not even Ayame.

Kami Sama! I never thought I will ever miss his nonstop talking. I have him, with me, in my cottage since his stupid attempt to murder himself and the household has not noticed the addition of another living being in the house. He barely eats, barely talks. Sometimes I get the feeling that I have brought a portrayed of my friend.

Nobody knows what goes behind those intensely intelligent eyes. They don't reveal anything. They are too blank. But I know there is white hot pain hidden somewhere inside his head, which made him take such a step. Its killing him and he is not letting anybody save him.

I may not know much, but I surely know this much that when these chocolate eyes were ready to spill, nobody saw it. Nobody, not even I, gave him any support, any strength. I don't know what hurts him, but I do know that I am partly to blame in making the hurt unbeareable.

I am sorry Shigure, I was mot there for you when you needed me the most, No one was…..

Glossary:

Kami Sama : Dear God

A/N:
Pardon my mistakes in the story, my knowledge about this series is limited, all learnt from anime only
and for the language please forgive me as i am not from English origin.