A/N: I know I haven't been uploading to any of my stories for awhile, even though I'll occasionally see in my email that people are adding my stories to their favorites and all that. I'm truly sorry to these people. I've been beyond busy with life and everything. But I'm in a writing mood as of late, so I'll do everything I can to upload more. Anyway, this is a short story I wrote in the middle of all that. So please, enjoy, rate, and review. Thank you. ~MrAntiNaruHina~
He doesn't understand...weren't they supposed to be together forever?
That's what she had said...what he had believed. He closed his eyes tightly as to not let the tears escape. He would not cry. He couldn't. But the very thought of her drove him to the edge of tears.
It was supposed to work. They were supposed to be the couple that everyone was supposed to envy. He took a slow deep breath to calm himself. In the blackness of his closed eyes, her face drifted past with a smile, like it knew the anguish it caused him. His heart clenched and his breath hitched. A sob escaped.
He cursed himself, no matter how much he tried to deny it or supress it, he was going to cry. With one last thought he lost himself in silent tears, broken by the occasional sob. It was hours later, after the sun had gone, that he finally looked at the picture on his nightstand.
It was of them...back when they were happy. She was leaning against him and they both were smiling while they each made half a heart with their hands. He smiled sadly while another tear slowly trickled down his already tear stained face.
He could almost hear her voice...her laugh that always made him smile and in a good mood, regardless. Her scent that tickled his nose and smelled like a rainy day. He traced the outline of her lavender hair, eyes so pure and lilac colored, they looked almost pupil-less.
He tossed the picture on the empty spot next to him. It knocked a newspaper on the floor. He reached down and picked it up. Through his tear filled eyes he could barely make out the words, but he didn't have to read them...he knew them by heart. "Girl killed in hit and run." He slowly traced her smiling face in the picture they used for her. He lay down with the paper over his heart and closed his eyes. 'Soon my love...soon we will be able to see each other again and smile.'
The empty bottle fell off the nightstand and rolled into the light of the moon. It's orange plastic casting an eerie glow that stretched along the floor. He sighed one last time and fell into a sleep from which he would never awake.