Sound of Your Beating Heart


He watched as the girl walked away from him, a metaphorical and physical image before him, hope slipping through his grasp and filling him with despair.

Chewing the corner of his bottom lip, he turned a blind eye to his life slipping away and left it behind.

Unshed tears of a life now lost and a love now gone, he walked down the cold autumn path pulling his scarf around his neck the only thing keeping him warm.

He knew all this would happen, it wasn't surprising but yet, it hurt, and he wasn't expecting to it to hurt as much as it did.

He felt as if there was a gaping hole where his heart once was and wondered if the decision he made that night at Tropical Land was worth it.

He had to wonder, was taking down an evil crime syndicate worth losing everything else in return? He lost who he was, he lost his first love, and his friends.

Everyone was moving on through their life when he was stuck in time and he hate it. Hated the Organization for taking away his life, hated his friends for leaving him out in the cold, (although that wasn't as true as he knew very well that Hattori was still there to drag him off to Osaka and various cases and help in any means necessary) still he can be bitter, he had the right to be bitter, he thought as a way to justify himself. Trudging along the cold park pathway, he sulked silently to himself until he was interrupted.

Blinking once, then twice, he looked up at what, or rather who it was he'd run into.

Seeing the mass amount of white that layered a navy blue-ish dress shirt and reddish magenta tie, he huffed in annoyance. Today was really not his day.


A/N: I tried angst...and I apologize because this was really bad...don't know if I can write like this ever...maybe I'll give it another go [someday]. Had no idea where I was going with this either lol (*´꒳`*)