Don't leave me~

I'm alone right now. In my room, on my bed. But no I'm not sad. I'm not hurt. I'm smiling, little nostalgically though. Because… I'm missing him right? Kane. His name is Kane Yamashita, my heartbeat, my breath, my one true love, my first ever boyfriend, the first and the last one.

I'm Salima. Salima Yamashita. This room is looking little lighter; lighter from his absence. There's some obscureness that's radiating in his emptiness. It was my mistake. He left me because it was my fault. We… we fought again. *sighs*

I can't believe even after two years of our marriage, we still fight sometimes and I leave no stone unturned in manipulating our feeble bond in those tender moments from breaking. He… he's so patient with me. Right now, my heart is shaking. It's too burdened from the guilt of hurting him. But what he did hurt the most me were his words before he left me and we didn't exchange words after that, "If you had married me just because you could vent out your frustration on me, you shouldn't have married me. Probably you could have married a stone who doesn't yell back at you. Or probably Ray, your friend."

That stung me. It broke my heart. I… I … Believe me, I always loved Kane. There was no other guy or man I've ever felt the same about. But when Kane says such things to me, it gets to me. It's my entire fault. I get too egoistic and angry and irritated sometimes, worse than Hilary goes crazier at Tyson. At least Kane is not as crazy angry like Tyson. He's… he's just fucking so good. He tolerates me so much. Damn, why didn't I realize all this when I shouted at him few moments back at him? I always bring him to a point that his patience fades off completely and he's optionless but to shout and hurt me back. Can't blame him *swipes my tears*

I don't even remember why I shouted at him. Oh yeah, I heard him speaking to his colleague, Stella with a smile on his face. I guess I was jealous and overprotective. I shouted and attacked him first and then the fight begun.

At this tender moment, I want to exonerate myself from this guilt, just slouch into his arms or remember our moments together. I can't stop imagining and hoping that Kane will forgive me and be fine in few hours. It has always been like that, but my subconscious says that this time, he's real pissed off and hurt by my attack and mean and unmeant words. I was so rude. Why am I… Shit. Why am I becoming like this?

I can't stop feeling so much guilty with my attitude at him now. Shit, Sal you've messed it. Right now, I can't stop but just write this, hoping in my subconscious that a calmer Kane is listening to my heart's turmoil and cryptic insecurities I've got with being overprotective of him.

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I get up, take a glass of water, drinks it and looks at my face in reflection in mirror. A few moments back I remember we were happy and he was teasing my hair strings and curling them and I'd been too amused by his usual antics. He's been off and gone just for few hours like maybe two or three, but it feels like million days. The burden gets heavier and heavier by seconds.

I can no longer take this. I burst out in fits of sobs as I run off our bedroom and i end up... to crash into him who's dazzled and perplexed looking at me hiccupping literally. Yes, I am hiccupping.

"What's the matter?" he asks and cups my face, as if he has forgotten about our previous argument. I look into his blue eyes, those ocean bue, ocean deep and ever-so-loyal eyes; his navy blue dark blue hair were stark straight and slightly disheveled from sides. I gasp and stutter, trying to form coherent sentences.

Gulping and no longer being able to say a word of sense, I just hug him tightly and cry there in his embrace, hoping ardently that he wouldn't push me back.

I cried louder as I felt his arms way back on my back, embracing and reciprocating back my embrace.

That's what I always hope for, that's what I hate subconsciously. He always forgives me, he can never see me crying and broken. He's got a bigger heart than me. He's… He's just like this, he always was. I'm grateful to have you, Kane. You deserve someone so better than me. I gasp louder and snivel more, but he doesn't say a word and pulls me impossibly closer at the door way. My eyes are numb, my breaths are ragged, my wounds are freshened. In the loneliness of my heart, in my turmoil, you were always there, you've always been there, Kane.

It hurts that I can never be as good as you are. I can never have a heart as big as you, as gentler and affectionate as you. But you? You shower me with so much love, forgiveness and your humbleness that I feel so low.

Don't do this to me, Kane. But also please don't leave me. Please forgive me when I'm so stupid and hurt you like this. Punish me or don't but don't keep hatred for me in your heart ever, please.

"Why do you do this?" he asks.

I want to answer him, but I've no answer. Why do I this? Really?

"My heart is defeated before yours, forgive me. I've no answer." I whisper as I lift my head from his chest and slowly look into his eyes. He locks his gaze with mine. My lush eye-lashes are wet, tears dripping from them. I'm not crying.

I feel like a culprit, so undeserved of this much kindness and love. He's not shouting at me, he's just gazing into me so tenderly and quietly, so solemnly and without traces of anger.

"Your make-up got ruined. But you look good, I won't mind." He said. I blinked and opened my mouth to say something. Did I look so horrible or was… was he trying to distract me from my doldrums?

"I…I'm sorry." I stupidly said at his face.

"For what? For ruining your make-up?" he chuckled and rubbed my head cheerfully, "I will still love you without make-up, Sal. "

"But…" I was confused. He walked into the bedroom. I ran behind him grabbing his shoulders hastily in rush. He spun to face me and I'm staring into him, speechless and surprised. I'm so grateful and happy right now. You won't leave me Kane, will you? My mind is shouting this question. I guess it was openly written on my face instead of make-up this time.

He smiles sweetly at me, cups my face and gently nuzzles on my nose, "I will never leave you, Baka."

A/N: My another yet beloved OTP, heartily, Kane/Sal, one of the fierce, passionate and hot pairings of beyblade. Loved them so much, and will do even more. I hope, Nain, you loved it. It was short but I wanted to keep their relation precise without detailing. Pardon any errors or mistakes. I've written something literally after more than 2 months. My writing style must have deterred yaar.

Credits of songs that motivated me: Million days by Sabai.