AN: Dedicated to Anenihan, who will hate this story but hopefully like my writing anyway (thanks for your cute review!). I added an Author's Note at the bottom of the first drabble, which explains the mood of these drabbles. Please review! P.S. I wrote the sequel to Quiet Despair, and am currently editing it.
61. Advice
Phantasy Star
219 Words
Her heart ached, never having seen him like this, this vulnerable and broken. She let him rest his head against her shoulder, stroking his hair as his weight sank them into the couch. He was trembling.
"Mamoru-kun," Usagi whispered.
She hated that he went to six stores to find the necklace this girl wanted. She hated that he gave this girl the most beautiful roses in the world and she didn't even appreciate it. She hated that he was wasting the best years of his life on her. Where was the tough, unmovable Mamoru she knew?
"I love her…" he choked, "But she keeps trying to leave me. I used every paycheque from my last year of residency so that I can buy her that necklace, but…"
She's playing you, Mamoru. She only wants you for your money. She keeps lying to you. She treats you like garbage, can't you see that? Stop wasting your time with her.
All these things she wanted to say.
"Mamoru…" she said against his hair as she cradled him, "She doesn't deserve you."
"No," he said hoarsely, "She's perfect. Perfect."
Their conversations always ended there. She held him, drying his tears gently with her hands.
She doesn't deserve you, she repeated in her mind.
Her heart broke.
When will you notice me again?