He Doesn't Love Me By ~*Chibi Sakura*~
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This was from personal experience. I never thought…that I could ever feel so deeply about a person…and then have my heart ripped out the next. Anyhow minna-san, I hope you take this to consideration. R+R
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I stood outside his school gates. How I yearned to see his face again. I could enstill his happy emotions on his face. How I loved him. Of course, I'd never think I could fall in love or at the boarder at only thirteen. But he made my heart breat quicken, my pulse race, he was my everything. At last, there he was.
I approached him casually with a bright smile upon my face. His pale gray eyes lay upon me, but they weren't filled with happiness. I wondered what.
"…Oi Yukito-sama," I smiled looking up at him.
He looked down at me with a saddened expression, "Sakura…"
I looked up.
"I know…" he took a breath, "I'm sorry I can't say the same,"
My smile turned to a horrible grim frown. My heart instantly broke. All my spirits fell down, I felt like I couldn't breathe. He didn't love me. That was it.
He looked at me with those concerned pale gray eyes one last time and walked away, away from my life forever.
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As I walked home, I thought about him. All my thoughts were on him. Why, what was wrong with me? What's wrong with me?! Why doesn't he love me back? Why..why…was all I kept asking myself. I faced the asphalt and a tear fell from my eye. Nobody could possibley ever love me. Not ever.
I never thought I could love anybody. But all that was turned upside down when I met him. From then on, he was my everything, my heart, my soul. I would die without him. But now, he doesn't love me. He could never. That's why I can't ever love again.
My heart is in pieces. With nobody wanting to help me pick them up to help me. If only he had known that. Maybe he would have changed his mind. Maybe.
I finally got home and my face was already tear-stained. There were crystal drops on my cheeks and my eyes were red. But I looked up, I see a face.
His honey brown eyes look at me, as if he could feel how much pain I had just experienced. I walked over to him and stared at him unwillingly. He stared at me back as if he told me, it would be okay. He was here now.
One last tear of sorrow fell from my eyes as I fell into his arms and I cried away. He patted me and held me close. He kept whispering, it would be just fine, because he was here with me. And then, I realized…I was loved again.
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