A/N: Well, here is the second chapter I promised you. This chapter is a little shorter, because I couldn't keep it going. But, this chapter follows Ryou's feelings from the time Ichigo became pregnant to the time she left. And it is from Ryou's point of view. The next chapter will be like that as well. Like I said, Ichigo will come back in chapter thirteen. Anyways, enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew. Tokyo Mew Mew is owned by Ikumi Mia and Yoshida Reiko. If I owned it, Ryou and Ichigo would have been together.

Smile for Me- Chapter Ten

I made it to the platform too late. She was already on the train, and the doors were shut. She was leaning out the window, saying goodbye to the girls and her family, trying to hold back tears. I could hear her telling them that she will be okay, and that she would keep in contact. After all the years that I had known her, I knew when she was trying to keep herself together. I had seen it many times over the years. I was a few feet away. I had gotten the call last night, saying what time I had to be here. I wasn't going to come. I was just going to let her leave my life.

I didn't know if I wanted to see her again. She had hurt me so much. I had given her all the love I had. I had given her my heart. The sad thing was, I thought she loved me, too. She told me she did anyways. And I believed her. All the times we slept together were great. She was so soft and so inviting, and I am glad I was her first. But, it wasn't just sex to me; it was a whole lot more than that. The first night, we made love. It was the night we became one. It was the most beautiful thing to me, and I thought she felt he same way.

But, as I am standing on this platform, I am starting to believe it was all a lie. Maybe she was just using me. Using me for sex was plausible; after all, I took her virginity. But, it didn't seem like that was what she was after. There had to be another reason.

I had noticed that she was getting irritable, and that she was hiding something from me. A part of me wondered if she was cheating on me. But, I didn't believe that. She wasn't that type of girl. She was very loyal. She had always been that way, so what was she hiding?

I never got to ask her what she was hiding. After she broke up with me and quit, I never saw her again. No matter what I did, I never saw her. I even went to her house, but she was either not there or didn't want to see me. Her parents apologized every time, and I could tell that they knew her secret.

But, after a while, I gave up. I was sick of going to house all the time. I was sick of calling her cell phone all the time. I was sick of it all. I tried to turn my heart off, saying that she was a cold heartless bitch, and that I would be better off without her. But, every time I told myself that, I felt a nagging prick in my heart. There was a part of me that was telling that I was being a jackass. There was no way I could hate her. I was lying to myself. I could feel that.

So, when I got the call, saying that I needed to be at the platform at nine in the morning, I was prepared to not go. I didn't want to see her. I was still trying to block her from my heart. I didn't want to have to see her. I knew if I did, my resolve would crumble.

On the day she was supposed to leave, I woke up early, and she was plaguing my thoughts. I still felt like something was wrong. I knew this wasn't her. She would never run away from something. She was a fighter. So, why was she giving up so easily? As I lay in my bed, I turned my head slightly, and saw a picture. It was a picture of me and her. The internal struggle started again.

I jumped up and I paced back and forth in my room, still trying to figure out what was going on in my mind. I looked at the clock. It was eight thirty. That was when I made my decision. I wasn't going to let her leave me. I was going to keep her here. I rushed out of the Café and got in my car. I sped to the station and I ran inside.

I found the platform I was looking for, and there she was; already on the train, saying goodbye to her family and friends. I was too late, but I had to try.

"Ichigo," I yelled.

Her head turned toward me, and I saw her eyes widen and fill with tears. Her small hand reached out of the window toward me, and I know what she wanted. I ran forward, pushing past people, trying to grab her hand, but I was too late. The train started to move, and it was slowly gaining speed. I ran after the train, trying to grab her hand, but the train was too fast. Her red hair was being blown into her face, and her tears were blowing on the wind. I reached the end of the platform, and just like that, the woman I loved left my life forever.

A/N: Well, what did you think? This is my last chapter of the year, and I wanted to get this done as a Christmas gift to you all. I am going to take a bit of a break from writing, and I will start up again after the New Year. So, I hope you will all continue to support me! Remember, read and review. As always, constructive criticism is welcome, but please no flames. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! See you next year