There's one thing that I truly hate... and that is to see him suffer...

I sit there everyday and watch, watch as he comes to work with that same hopeless look on his face...

Everyday, his personality depends on that cold-hearted novelist lover, the one who can't even say those three simple words to him, though so many others would be so willing... On many days, he is sad... Lonely, hoping that things will be different when he returns home, that Yuki will show some sort of compassion towards him, though odds were that the coldness would remain, just as always.

On other days, the good days, he's happy, and I can say that he's my best friend again. These days, Yuki has been civil the previous night, and it hurts me to know that, that this 'nice' act had more than likely been meaningless, rough sex.

The thought of him being used makes me want to beat the crap out of the cold hearted bastard...

He's tainting him, and there's nothing I can do.

He no longer listens to me, for he is blinded by false love. He craves attention, even if it's the negative kind. Lost past are the days we were in school together. During that time, we were always together.

We lived right near each other...grew up together. We always took the same classes as one another. Despite my mother's longing for me to do something 'worth while' with my life, unlike my brother, I even followed him down the unsure, ever changing path of a music career.

I spent the better part of my life making sure he was never alone, and gave him all the attention he could ask for.

Now, our schedules constantly differ...we no longer live near one another...and when he does managed to get those very few hours of free time, he runs home to spend them with one Eiri Yuki who could care less of his presence...

I can no longer give him the attention he craves, and deserves...

So, every moment, every day, I sit and watch with sorrow.

At the rate he's going, he will never be happy... he just keeps digging himself into a hole, deeper and deeper, and already, he can not get out.

One day, I hope that he'll reach out for me, ask me for help, and I'll lift him out of the hole he's dug himself so deeply into.

Until then, I'll comfort him when needed, trying to heal the wounds in his heart that no one else can see.

It may seem selfish of me to have no faith in their love, but I see no hope there...

However, I may never know if their feelings are untrue...

For as the same as Shuichi...

I am blinded by a false love... one that will NEVER be...

Because I know, he'll never see me...

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just a little one shot that will likely never be anything more.

Reviews are appreciated.

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