A/N: I'm in ALOT of trouble with my parents. So if I miss tomorrow's or a few days after, BLAME THOSE BASTARDS! *flips them the finger*

A request from ToraKU :) Based on the song "What Hurts The Most"~


Sunlight sparkled off the diamonds, the light rays casting rainbows upon the grey walls of our apartment.

Well, my apartment now, I guess.

I twirled my fingers around the platinum band, slipping it on to the corresponding finger a few times. It didn't fit me, and only made about two thirds of the way down until it got stuck and I had to use force to yank it off.

We were so close, and yet so far away…

How had I been so foolish? You'd even said, when we first hooked up, that you weren't looking for anything serious. Just some good sex, just for a few weeks. It was only by chance and luck that we'd lasted for two years.

I really thought we had something. A bond, an indescribable trust. You were my everything, and you just threw it away.

There was a crash of lightning from outside, and I sobbed lightly. It was almost as if the weather was sharing in my feelings, dropping it's barrier, and allowing it's tears to fall unashamedly.

"Are you kidding me? Marry you? Don't be ridiculous, I don't want to get married! I never pictured you as the type who'd want to either…"

I'd been prepared to forgive and forget, to brush off your cruel words.

But the laugh-the uncaring, cold laugh you'd given afterwards had been the icing on the cake.

I yelled, called you all kinds of horrible names, hurled insults at you like my life depended on it.

We'd argued.

I hit you.

You hit back.

We screamed ourselves hoarse.

And then you left.

Threw the ring in my face, the very ring I'm desperately clutching now, and walked out the door without looking back.

I waited a week, thinking you would come back to me, begging and pleading for forgiveness, but you never did. You'd gone. And I had to accept it-you were never coming back.

To think I'd been so foolish as to imagine a future with you. What could you offer me?

Happiness?

Obviously not.

Sex?

That was the only thing I could think of.

You didn't even come back for your clothes. No-one did.

Sometimes, on the nights when I'm missing you the most, I'll curl up on your side of the bed with one of your shirts, and fall asleep breathing in your scent. It's like having you back with me.

And then I'll wake up the next morning, and I'm alone.

Our friends are sworn to secrecy; they're not allowed to talk about you to me. I have no idea how you are, whether or not you're happy now you're on your own.

There are some days when I smile, sure, but inside my heart is breaking.

What hurts the most?

Not the anger.

Not the bitterness.

What hurts the most is…

I'm still in love with you.


A/N: Deliberately without specifying the narrator, you can decide who was telling the story :)