(A/N: Hello my readers! Thanks so much for waiting! I can only update probably every other week...but please keep reading. Now, on with the show...)
A Classic Case of Heartbreak
Chapter 2: Reality
The light of the rising sun entered his apartment as Ulrich opened the door, his keys jingling quietly. Sunlight cast its reflection on the floating specks in the air. Ulrich walked into the shadows of his small home. He threw his backpack on his bed, raising a small cloud of dust. His phone beeped in greeting, filled with unanswered messages.
The place could barely be called a home. It was barely furnished: a table, a chair, and a few odds and ends looked as if they were dumped in the living room. The walls were bare, not even painted, and he heating didn't work. The only working appliance was his phone. Still, the price was cheap, and so he went with it. His only possession that was worth any value at all was an antique mirror, with a painting of a Japanese scene on its glass. He wouldn't sell it for the world.
Ulrich had hardly noticed the condition of his home, but now he looked around with a critical eye. Yumi would never agree to stay here, if she takes him back anyway. He didn't want her to live the life he had, roaming from place to place, job to job.
What could he do? His parents would never take him back...no that was not a choice. They probably thought he was dead. Why should he even try? Try to regain his old friends, his old love, his old life? Impossible.
He thought he learned how to control his emotions, yet here was being led like a dog on a leash by it. But she might, she might... but it seemed as far away as dreams are from reality. That she would still feel the same is just a flight of imagination. He wants to move on, but his heart is chained.
Once again caught in a turmoil of emotion, torn apart by his love and reality, anger surged through his veins. He wanted to run, run away from it all, like he always did. He ran from his past troubles, even though it meant sacrifice. But it wasn't worth it. Coward! Ulrich yelled at himself. Nothing but a coward!
His heart stabbed by pain, his eyes blinded by tears, Ulrich sat on the floor as if too weak to cope with the truth any longer. Everything seemed to be shaking. And it was.
The quake lasted for a mere minute. But the world seemed to stop turning. The shattered mirror seemed to drift slowly down like snowflakes, shining in the sun. Ulrich glimpsed his reflection. The person who stared back was a young boy whose face was streaked with tears, and whose heart would never mend.
(A/N: How do you like it? Short, I know. Review please! Flames are accepted, if that's the only thing that's holding you back. See you next chappie!)
