Prolong

'I knew it would be like this… I love you so much, so very much.

All that is left is my memory of his last touch.

But it's my fault for believing that one night of passion would change your feelings for me. I should have never seduced you, knowing you only thought of him. I thought for once my feelings would get though to you.

How stupid can I be…..?

My love would never be returned.

It hurts. It hurts so much.

I want to die……to forever fall into a deep sleep where no pain could reach me.

Forever alone.

Chapter 1:

It hurts.

I see him leave again. To go to him.

The other guy.

I knew for a while now, but I thought if I pretend it isn't happening, then it won't hurt so much.

He can't even look me in the eye anymore. At night, when we make love, his eyes are always closed and he's mumbling someone else's name.

I cried.

Ryoma watched as Tezuka leaves again for the third time this week.

'He's going to visit Atobe again.' He thought as he heard the door close loudly in the empty apartment. 'No more…I won't take this anymore.' Ryoma thought as he lifted the cover up and grabbed his suitcase from under the bed. 'He won't even realize I am gone.' the bitter thought came as he shrugged on his jacket and left the spare key on the nightstand.

He glanced one more time around the apartment. All of his belongings were gone and Tezuka didn't even notice. Ryoma grabbed his suitcase and left the apartment one last time, leaving a note on the dining room table.

*flashback three days before*

"Echizen, you can't keep doing this. You have to leave him. Every time he does this, I see you get hurt over and over again. You won't even let me confront him. At least, leave him for me." Momo said as he placed a hand on Ryoma's 19 year old frail shoulder.

"You don't get it. I can't leave him. I love him, and I know he loves me to. He just has a hard time showing it." Ryoma said as he sank lower into his couch.

"Ryoma, he hit you for cooking the wrong dish for him. He didn't even consider how long it took to make it." Momo said gently as he cupped Ryoma's bruised cheeks.

"He didn't mean too and besides he apologized." Ryoma said as he sat up straighter.

"This isn't healthy. You have to leave him soon or it would get worse."

"I said, yadda. I won't leave him. He will change. I know it..." Ryoma said.

"Just know that I would always be there for you. No matter what." Momo said as he stood up and left the apartment.

"Yeah, I know..."

Three years later...

"Do you see him? He said he would be arriving today." Momo said as he shielded his eyes from the glaring stood with the other family members waiting for their guest trying to catch a glimpsed of him. The place was soon packed with travelers and foreigners.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. He said he would be here, so he will." Sakuno said as she glanced around the airport. For two years, Sakuno and Momo have been dating serious for a while, in fact, they were soon to get married. Momo know kept his hair in a layered form just above his eyes while Sakuno kept her hair in a cute bob while they held a sign up with his name on it.

"Maybe he changed his mind. It would be like him to come on a different day." Momo muttered as he ran a hand though his hair.

"Mada mada dane." A husky voice said behind him. Momo and Sakuno both turned around to face him.

"Ryoma! Is that you?" Momo said as he did a double take at the person.

"Who else would it be, baka-sensei." He muttered. Ryoma's onyx black, luscious hair was laid straight down past his back, reaching his waist in a braid while tendrils framed his face and letting the wind play with it at the same time. He was six foot tall, broad at the shoulders and slim at the hips. Even though his skin was tan from the sun and his bone structure was exotic, it his golden eyes that commanded all the attention. Not sunflower yellow, they were gold, or auriferous, and aurous. Any of these would have been perfect in describing them. Looking very like the very devil himself. Gone was the weak, thin, fragile boy Momo knew. In his place was a well developed man oozing in confidence. This is Ryoma.

The new Ryoma.