Too Late
Disclaimer- Don't own 'em.
I really should have appreciated him more.
I didn't realize what a precious thing I'd had until he took his love back and gave it to someone else.
He was always there, quiet, waiting for when I'd finally notice he was there and give him a quick kiss on the cheek, then turn back to whatever I was doing.
He'd still be waiting, patiently, when I stopped. But I never tried making him feel especially wanted. He was there, but in the background.
When he began to get hurt for going out with me, I still didn't notice. He'd have bruises on his cheeks, on his face, and I'd tell myself he was clumsy and hurt himself.
Gods, was I stupid. But that's the story of my life.
He'd call me 'Baka' affectionately, then snuggle close. But I'd push him away. He'd look up with this lost, afraid expression, then try once more, just one more time, to see if he could get me to spare a second for him.
I'd fail.
All he wanted was a little of my time, a date or two, chocolates or flowers occasionally. Not a few seconds.
He wanted passion, love, things I wasn't able to give him. And when he would come rushing up, full of excitement over something he just had to tell me, I'd brush him off, reasoning that it wasn't very important anyway.
It was important to him, and he'd tug at my jacket until I finally gave in. He'd then tell me his information, that he'd been selected to go up a grade, that he'd seen that last amazing practice of mine, that he loved me.
And I'd nod, say something like 'Okay', then turn back to talk to my friends.
He did that once, and I yelled at him. He looked down, tears welling up in those sweet black eyes as he murmured, "I thought you'd want to know…"
It infuriated me, I don't know why. So I did what solved all my problems before.
I hit him.
He crumpled on the floor, holding his cheek in disbelief. He trembled, and then got back up, brushing himself off slowly.
"I…I just wanted to tell you someone else asked me out…and that I said yes…"
My eyes narrowed in anger. "I thought you loved me!"
"I used to love you, before you started hurting me!"
"I never!"
"You ignore me! Like I'm not worth your trouble! You barely kiss me, you never let me snuggle, or cuddle! Jyou-chan loves me, not you! You never did, you only care about yourself!"
I stared at Koushiro, as he panted, an angry bruise spreading across one cheek. "I'm not getting myself beaten up for a relationship that's not going to work!"
And he turned and walked out of my life.
Jyou is a good boyfriend for him. He knows what Koushiro needs from him, and supplies it with all happiness. Koushiro is his life, his world.
I'm just too late.
FIN