Title: Eight Words
Type: Sort of drabble, TWT
Pairings: SatoDai,DaiSato,SatoRisa
Note: Got this idea while I was reading some fanfics off the net. Inspiration taken from Broken Beer Bottles of the HGT2G section.Go and read it if your into FordArthur(or ArthurFord). It rocks.
Daisuke sat huddled on a chair by an insignificant corner of an equally insignificant place. His head and arms resting simply on the cracked surface of the time-worn table, spiky red hair splayed out across it, the sunlight highlighting dancing particles of dust in the air and causing jagged shadows to form.
Daisuke had seen foolish people make some pretty foolish decisions with their lives but who knew that he'd go down the same road as them too? Tainted ruby eyes slowly slid shut and he tilted his head down to meet the table as the distant sound of wedding bells tolled in the air.
He had had his chances and he blew them all. They were shoved into his arms willingly but he pushed them back time and time again. And when realization finally hit in and the covers shrouding his true feelings were lifted they were all gone. Never to come back even with his arms and heart wide open.In his mind,Daisuke saw the man he wanted and the woman the man he wanted wanted.
Eight words. Only eight words. But they had hurt like hell.
Daisuke clutched his chest.
"Are you in love?"
"Yes."
"With me?"
"No."