Disclaimers: I do not own Fruits Basket and its characters… The story (with no plot) is my own.

Author's Notes: Just a little background as to why this fic is before your very eyes… I was at the mall with some of my classmates last January 11, 2003. My dad was supposed to pick me up. But he was coming from the plant (of pillows… yeah… family business… too fluffy, right?) so I was waiting for him alone in front of Seattle's Best, just across Starbucks. Deciding that waiting without doing anything was useless; I took out my trusty mech pencil and a sheet of yellow pad and started writing. This short literary piece you are about to read is the product of that night, and just for the record, this fic was written in a span of 30 mins Winter and the Window

By: nagi_silvermoon

She used to tell me of how snow melted and how it turned into spring. She used to tell me of how spring blossomed and brought about new life, beginnings, and hope. She used to tell me of how much she thought of me during the day. She used to tell me all about her feelings for me. She used to tell me of how she grew to love me. She used to tell me of how she will always love me.

Her voice, as I remember it, was gentle, sweet, comforting, and assuring. Her voice always shed light in my darkened heart. Her voice was magical, and it did many indescribable things to me.

I remember her expressive eyes, and how it used to smile whenever she looked up at me. I remember her cute little lips, and how they would open up to tell me just how much she really loves me. I remember her face, and how it constantly reminded me that there was always an angel in my desolate and cursed life.

She gave meaning to my whole existence. Every waking moment I spent with her proved to be the greatest time of my life. It was as if I suddenly found myself in heaven with her by my side. I'd always take her hand in mine just to tell myself that I am only dreaming. But when my hand clasps hers, a realization always dawns on me telling me that everything was real. It was because of her that I found something worth living for.

But as I look outside my window and watched those snowflakes slowly descend on the cold, moist, earth, my mind wakes up, and I disappointedly find myself back in reality.

I lost my angel, my lifeline, my love, to the accursed dragon existing deep within me. My life is once again empty, meaningless, and shrouded in darkness.

Winter will soon end, but the winter in my heart will not. It will forever remain cold and void with only her memories to keep me warm.

End

Author's Notes: pretty sentimental for a very short piece (I don't want to call it a story… it doesn't have a plot…) anyway… I hope Hatori fans (like me though I'm more inclined to Kyou) liked this little fic… I don't know why but I just thought of writing this fic without actually thinking of who will be in it… I know for sure that it wasn't really intended to be a fic, but that's the way it turned out. Hatori just popped in my head while I was thinking of how I'm going to write it… anyway… I just hope that this fic actually fulfilled the reason as to why it is published… hehehe…