We were never been too late, all love just ends

We were never been too late, all love just ends

InuShikaCho

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(A/N): Okay, so all questions will be answered after a few chapters. And too bad the story will end few chapters from now. I'm at the last rising action and by the next one, it would be the climax itself. It's also a good news because I already have my computer back, so the updates will be more frequently! I just opened my personal site, where it includes all the information of my fan fictions, and this fic is posted there. You can visit my profile to see the link, and I suggest to see and read the fan fic section for more updates and information of 'too late'. I'll stop from here, and hope to receive reviews from everyone! :D Thanks for supporting and liking/loving this fic.

Chapter Note: My first to do such things, so bare with me with the details. Haha!

oOo Chapter 7 : Frailty oOo

I wandered myself inside my room. With a very thick but comfy jacket I wore, I repeatedly walked from my front door to the wide glass window of my small balcony. And when I made a complete stop before the hazy glass, I let the coldness entered the pores of my hand as I slowly felt the struck of hard rain hitting the poor window. The gloomy dark clouds had won from conquering the wide sky. Although it was still noon, it felt like the streets had lightened their posts as if it was eight in the evening. The hard pour of rain was starting to become risky, that's why it was such a pity to find out that the scheduled game for Wimbledon was cancelled. And as the rain had continued itself from pouring the gloominess over the grounds, little by little the atmosphere inside my room started changing to something unusual. In a minute, I could feel from cold to colder with a mix of dull air passing through me. Then, little by little, I felt my mood starting to change as well, to something that I couldn't picture at all. I've been there standing in front of the window, but I sensed the emptiness of my room.

Even though I hated to do it for myself, my mind suddenly recalled everything from my whole past. And so I realized, it was almost a month since I got myself back to him after waiting for 5 years. It was nice to see him there in the picture with me. But even though both of us were present, our mind and heart were not in the image itself. It was such a pity to realize such thing, but for him, for me and for the both of us, I'm enduring every little pain I had ever since I made my step back beside him.

Who would ever think that we would be ending up to one another until the final part of our lives? It's like a miracle, that in just a simple word of believing, our dreams would collide in one night. A perfect story that you thought would only exist in little kid's fairy tales. But as one of the main characters, I had enthralled within me the whole impact of every step I made during my heroine days. Like those adventures that when you thought you are already winning, but the truth is you are already on your bended knees begging for mercy.

I could feel the first tear for that day to come out again, but I had stored the strength and the self-control I had stabilized for these past few days, and for the first time I had succeeded to use them in a perfect timing. I heard a knock from my door causing myself to look back rapidly. I stared the wooden door and waited for another signal, not trying to speak. I expected to hear another sound but it came out wrong. Something caught my attention from the small space beneath the door. I walked a little closer and realized that it was a white folded paper. I continued myself to get it and as soon as I held the paper and opened it, the phone inside the room suddenly rang, causing me to jump a little higher.

"Hello?" I answered, "Who is this?"

"It's me" and so I knew, "You received my letter?"

"Letter?" I wondered myself, but when I looked back at my hand, I felt stupid, "Ah, r-right!"

"So, I guess I'll see you later then!" though he was not there beside me, I could sense him smiling from his seat. But in such confusions, even a single twitch from my lips was unseen.

"What do you mean?" yet, before I could end myself, my last word hang in the air while he bid his goodbye and hanged-up.

My brows created a mark of puzzlement and due to that; I forcibly placed the phone back to its body. Then I opened the note, I'll see you tonight at 8 in the restaurant we used to eat. So that's what he meant, I said to myself. I closed the note and placed it under the phone, and then I left. The coldness was not that painful than what I buried within me. There was neither hatred nor despicable thoughts, but the fact that I was already invisible. To be with him again was what I really wanted and now that I am with him, there's nothing and yet everything was concealed.

"And now we're back with the infamous Miss Chris Yui!" I heard from the television I opened next. I didn't know anything about what the host said in the talk show, so when I felt the spark of ennui inside of me, I stood up and went to the kitchen. I heaved the cabinet above the sink and took a bag of Japanese tea that I managed to purchase in one of the convenient stores down the road. I heaped a few spoons and prepared the tea, the traditional way, and when the feedback of the words from the talk show reached my place, I feel astonished from what I heard from who they call "the famous model, Chris Yui"

"Good morning!"

"It's nice to see you here Miss Chris"

"Yeah, I'm also pleased to be here too!"

"So, since when did you arrive here in Wimbledon?"

"Just a few nights from now"

"Everyone is asking what were you doing these past few months, because news came that you already stopped your career?"

"No, that's not true. Actually, I've been working with my advertisements last week and I know it would be shown soon"

"That's great! We would see the new Chris starting next week"

"Thank you!"

"But, your showbiz career isn't stopping there! There's a buzz we read from the internet, people said that you have a lover who is a tennis player!"

My mind was struck, afterwards I heard this girl giggle before she answered, "YES"

"Wow! So does it mean that the reason why you came here all over from NY is just to witness the game in Wimbledon for him?"

"Not exactly, I've been a fan of tennis ever since I was a teenager, but I never had the skills of learning them. I came here, to watch the whole tournament, and of course him"

"Haha! Chris your lover is lucky to have you!"

"I don't brag about it that much. He's busy with his trainings, so few weeks before he went here, we never saw each other since then"

"Aw, that's a pity. But still, you pushed through just to see him again"

"Yes"

"Everyone in the studio is shouting, they are all asking who he is?!"

In such tension, I ran in front of the screen and held the mug tighter. Of course, I was a tennis fan too, and to know who her lover is is a big intrigue for me.

"Who is this tennis player?"

She giggled, "Ssssh! It's still confidential" she giggled once more, making my brows twitch, "I can't tell his name yet"

"That's a shame"

"I know, but it's for the both of us. Everything might get too complicated if we reveal now. Let's wait… It would be soon"

I turned off the screen and hurriedly placed the mug I took back to the sink. With my heart beating vastly, I opened the cabinet to get my coat and the note from him. For our own benefits

Five hours straight, I didn't go back at the hotel. I coped up to ready some sudden rendezvous, to a salon, to a boutique and of course, to meet up with him for a dinner. There I was standing before a tarpaulin of the model I saw this morning. I stared her rosy cheeks and later on up to her whole being. She's skinny and her hair made a fabulous flow through her slim shoulders. With what she had said, it helped me to conclude the final decision; that is to give the last trust and everything to the man I adore. And losing everything so instant is a heart breaker for the both of us. After all, we were here. It means no matter what the problem and the trial we would face, we can do it together. It's just a simple hiding. Maybe sooner or later we won't need to continue it. Maybe I was just starting to get impatient, that's all. And I just made my final decision to restart everything I lost during these days.

"Miss Ryuzaki?" a waiter approached me, once I arrived inside the restaurant.

"Y-Yes" I answered shaking.

"Ah, we've been waiting for you, over here please" he said as he brought me to a private room inside the restaurant.

The room wasn't that huge for a date. Near the table was a huge glass where you could see the whole city, with vivid and orange lights. In the center was the table with two vacant seats. Top of it, is a center piece of a vase field with white and red roses, beside it is a candle light of two with a bucket of champagne near it. The place was simple yet fantastic. That's why when I first saw it I let my heart fell in such surprise.

"Your date is not yet arriving ma'am, but he said he would be hear in any moment" the waiter added as he handed over a bouquet of calla lilies towards me, "And this is for you"

Eyes widened, I accepted the flowers, "T-Thanks…"

"I'll leave you now ma'am, you can call us whenever you need something" he ended

"Thank you…"

Then I went to my place and there I sat. I never expected such a dinner as this. Heart-warming and intimately special, I melted myself. No one had ever asked me out in such grand preparations. Remembering the suitors I had, no one had ever tried to do the same as this. He was impressive and very splendid. In my last chance, he had gained back everything I almost freed. He gained everything I thought he wouldn't do. He retrieved the trust and the love, that maybe he thought I was already taking away.

The waiter came in. 15 minutes had passed ever since I was there.

"Thanks…" I said after the waiter poured a red wine on my goblet. After that, he left.

I looked at my watch and later on I pulled out my phone out from my bag. No calls, no messages, no anything. It's raining. Maybe the stormy weather caused a slight traffic along the road.

45 minutes. Another wine, another look and another thought. Slight? It's a heavy traffic, I guess…

"9:00 PM" I murmured. Then the waiter came again.

"Ma'am, do you want us to serve you your dinner?" he asked me

"No, it's okay. I'm fine. I'll wait for my friend" then he left once more and one more time I took out my phone and this time I called.

"Sorry, but the number you are calling is either unattended or out of coverage area"

"No signal, perhaps?" I waited.

The clock was ticking. The second was running. Every minute pass, I freak myself out, thinking the positive things I need to enter into my mind just to feel safe and secure. But all optimistic thoughts led me to anything that is negative. My hands were already shaking and the next thing that made everything more burdened was after a loud thunder and a huge flash of lightning stroke, and reflected through the open window near our table.

Sakuno, don't lose yourself. Don't you dare cry! I demanded within me, forcing every tear beside my eyes to return behind them. Then, in my trembling moments, a vibration was felt inside my bag and when I took it, at last, it was him, calling…

"Sakuno?"

"Ryoma, where are you? Are you okay? I—"

"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting"

"I-It's okay" It's not bad. We both waited for 5 years, an hour and a half wouldn't hurt.

"I… I am in a middle of a meeting right now… My presence is quite important here…" he explained, and slowly I wanted to absorb every single excuse he had given me again.

"S-Sure…"

"But don't worry, it's almost done! I'm on my way!"

"N-No, take your time… I'll wait…" I said, then hanged up the phone and so was he.

Yes, two hours wouldn't hurt me that much nor even three or five. But something was wrong. And even though I didn't want to think about it, my heart collapsed from where it was. My knee was trembling and when I tried to move my hand, I realized that I was already paralyzed over my seat. It might be the work of the sweet red wine I drank a while ago, since I could feel the heat and the pressure entering in my body. I prayed, yes I prayed, that somehow the lame things and everything around me were all the work of the wine. Little by little, a single word was entering in my head. It's painful and a pity for anyone who would hear it. I was lost. Then, everything was impossible.

The heat vanished, yes it was. Not that long till I felt a continuous flow of water pouring over me. Not that long until I found out that my body was soaked in the rain. That when I looked at a glass along the way, I could neither identify any longer the tears I was shedding nor the tears that the sky shed upon me. Weakening, I was loathing every inch of my life and every inch of what I dreamed of. Impossible. Because when I thought that everything was going to be the same as before, the truth had swallowed me and killed my pride.

You and Me, such a perfect word to hear. But, there was no such thing. How pitiful for us to believe with that something that we thought it existed.

"Sakuno?!" I heard a big slam coming from the other side of my door. I was stunned and in fright I suddenly pulled the blanket together with me. Another slam was heard, "Sakuno! It's me! Open up the door"

I could feel his temper loosing. I could sense his anger increasing. And when I heard another footstep outside my room and a clang of steels being hit to the other, I stretched the blanket and covered my whole body. Seeing his meticulous face for that night was too quick, I haven't recovered every detail I lost this day. I was too scared that I might lose myself in front of him as well.

The door banged over the wall. I heard his voice, clearer and louder: "SAKUNO!"

Two, three, four, five, six steps, he stopped. I held the thick cloth tightly.

"I know your pretending. Get up." He said, sensing that he stood there beside the edge of my bed. "Sakuno, please let me talk to you…"

Yet, I didn't respond. Tighter, I forced myself to get calm, still I failed.

"Sakuno, just let me explain!" his tone was getting higher, "Sakuno!" he was at his limit, I thought.

"I said stop pretending as if you're asleep!" That when I felt him holding my blanket and pulled it away, my body shivered and covered my face with a pillow.

"Sakuno! Why can't we just talk?!" pulling the pillow with force, I held them tighter.

"Just leave me alone!" I demanded and he stopped.

"All I need is a word!" he asked and pulled them again.

I couldn't stay any longer. I'm sorry. "And all I need is a single attention?!" I shouted throwing the pillow over him.

Just like the rain, I had shed too much after I noticed my eyes getting all bulky and soaring. And behind my frowning and weeping face, I saw his eyes full of pity. However, I couldn't determine if it was sympathy over my shoes or over his. Because when he touched my cheeks and tried to erase the tears, I pushed it away with force and with anger.

"I have enough, Ryoma…" I cried, "I have enough with all of these…"

"S-Sakuno, I—"

"Another explanation?! Another promise?! Another trust I must give! Ryoma, all of this is going nowhere! I'm tired of it…" I gasped air, "You said you'll do anything, you'll do your best! You said that it won't take long with all of these hidings! But when is soon?! When would all of your promises come true?! I can't wait anymore!"

"A little more patience…" he murmured, but it wasn't enough to make me understand.

"You can think that I am selfish, but I had given all the trust I could give! And by this time I don't have anything left for me to give for you!" I lost over myself.

"I thought you had understood our case! Sakuno, if you only knew how much I sacrificed everything, how much I exerted all of the effort just to make things normal, just to fulfill everything you had dreamed of! I wanted you! I needed you! That's why I'm doing everything! I'm giving all for the sake of you!"

"Everything? Doing everything? What did you do to me back this eve—"

"I did my best just to get out of that nonsense meeting! I wanted to see you! Can't you see?! I'm doing everything, why can't you just believe with everything I say?!"

"Because all of them seem to be rubbish! I can't see anything and I feel like all of them are lies. I can't see everything you do!" I looked away and crawled backwards, away from him.

"Sakuno! Just for one last time, look at me!" he placed his hands above my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. I was stopped for a while in surprise, "For one last time, why can't you just see everything through me?!"

"Because I love you so much, that because of this stupid feeling, I can't control myself anymore! I love you so much that when I can't see you nowhere near me, I'm freaking myself out?! I love you so much that when you say all the words you tell me, I always push myself and start to believe with it! And now I'm getting hard of every corner of our world! I'm exhausted with all of these…"

My tears flowed like forever. My head was aching with all the shouting and moaning. I cried everything I could. And when I gasped a breath over the cold air, he pulled me and leaned his lips towards mine with force and sensation. I didn't want anything for the night. I didn't want anything to happen. I pushed him away but he pulled me closer and held me tighter. I wanted to let go but the kiss continued for him. My cheek was turning red and still he continued. My blood rose over my head, then I pushed him this time with ease. He released me.

I gasped another bunch of air and panted myself with my arms placed on his sides. I looked at him and saw his face turning red.

"I'll tell you how much I love you…" he whispered and returned his lips back. We kissed. But not like what we did back in NY, this kiss led us not just by touching our own hearts but deeper. This kiss led us with more love and this time, I could feel what they meant by lust. Our tongues battled, but we didn't mind who will win or lose. We just fought and when we raised our white flags of timeout, we gasped another air but this time together. He held me by the waist and laid me on that comfy bed beneath us.

A wrong time and a wrong moment. But, could you ever stop loving a person who had already painted himself in the picture of your future? I think not. Because even though we felt that it was wrong, still we continued because with what our heart says, it's true. And neither I nor he resisted doing the same to each other. Pleasures may be a cause of either a good or bad future. People say that it's wrong. But some people do it out of love and desire over the one you love.

"Sakuno…" he whispered beside my ear and I could feel his pant and his trembling hands placed on my waist. I covered my eyes in fear. I haven't done it to anyone and I haven't lost my pride and dignity towards someone I didn't love. But I adore, I desire and I love him. This time may be a wrong time but for me I thought that it was the right time. Foolish, aren't I?

I moved my fingers apart to one another and took a peek, and then I found him above me with his face hanged before my eyes. When I saw his lips, I started to trembled and closed my fingers back together again.

"I'm scared!" I murmured and heard his mocking chuckle. "Don't laugh at me!"

The bed moved and I felt his icy hands over my skin, I peeped once more. "Your hands are cold…"

"That's because the temperature is cold…" he took my hand away from my face and placed it at his chest. I flushed away, "And only your warmth can make me feel better"

I couldn't explain the feeling arising inside me. In such, I couldn't understand anything anymore. That in a moment or so, I didn't hear anything and I didn't know what I was doing anymore. That in such emotions mixing inside my head and in my heart, all the words came out in me, was so wrong but it felt right. "Ryoma…" I murmured "I love you…"

He lowered himself and kissed my lips again. Our hands crossed in space and he held them tighter as I held them back with eagerness and care. He placed it right beside my head, as we shared the pleasurable kiss we could give. This moment was different and I could feel its difference than the firsts. He took off my clothes and found ourselves together. I heard his moans and so was the cry I gave all night. Each tear, I felt his caress. Each moan, I heard his words. Each pain, his love swallowed me inside and out.

Love cannot be measured with how much you participate in the relationship nor how much you give and how much you spent for the time and care in your life. Love can be selfish at times, because when you feel like you loved it, you are eager to do everything for your lover, yet when it subsides, you push them out of your door, leaving all the baggage he had inside your room. And when its time to be alone, each lock of the baggage he left will start to open and slowly, it will make you reminisce the best things up to the worst things you do and regret them at the end. Sympathy for the one who was shoved away and empathy for the one who shoved them away. It's always like this, we fight for what we think is right and then later on we change sides and fight for the thing we thought was wrong. We change sides not later than knowing what's the reality on the other.

And by that night, all the words I threw to him, I took them back and kept them inside my darker side. I was wrong, and I insist. The things I never saw, now I watched them stand right before me. With all I have, with all the things I owned alone, now I gave it to somebody who had gathered all the trust, the love, the pleasure, and all I dreamed to give to whom I think is deserving to be my only one. Because after that love we had filled into each other, it had embarked the journey through the door of our future.

oOo End of Chapter oOo


Kat : I'm still thinking if I will continue it or not. As of now I'm on the positive side of posting again, but I might change the plot or I might write an alternative story.

Shierry & LadyKandaYu: thank you for the support! I'll take your good advices and expect answers for your questions sooner or later on the next chapter! :)