Author's Notes: Another story from me. if you can notice I kinda followed
this style of writing from a certain book author, if you can guess that
author I *could* give you a special fanfic only for that person. Well there
isn't any S+S in the first part.
I tell you. I LOVE ANGST!!!
When there wouldn't be you and me. By: Miyoko
Chapter: What it is now.
"seven years." Sakura whispered.
She stared at the vast sea in front her; the wind was brushing her face, caressing it softly.
The man beside her wrapped one arm around her shoulders and gathered her closer to him. She felt his warmth, his scent. The mixture of sandalwood and him, it was intoxicating.
Yes, he was so understanding, he always understood when she rambled on and on about her memories as a card captor. She had trusted him on this. Had he believed her? She did look at him when she told the stories about it, and his eyes were locked on her, was he listening? Yes, he was. She knew, and then she would smile and continue telling the story. And when she reached the part where the bad times came, he would come to her and hug her. Wipe the unshed tears and tell her that everything was okay, that it was done.
She looked up at him now, the man who gathered her in his arms whose eyes stared blankly at the sea as if there was something others couldn't see.
"Darren."
The man turned to look at her, his long black hair danced in the wind, making him more handsome. His eyes were glittering amethysts, waiting for her to talk.
"Thank you. for being here for me. For filling up the emptiness in me." she said, yet there was doubt in her voice. She was very grateful of him, of course, or she would have been in her room right now, sobbing. Had he noticed it? The quiver in her voice? He was still smiling, he couldn't have. He tightened his grip on her, almost possessive.
"I'm always here."
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NEXT the prologue of this story.
When there wouldn't be you and me. By: Miyoko
Chapter: What it is now.
"seven years." Sakura whispered.
She stared at the vast sea in front her; the wind was brushing her face, caressing it softly.
The man beside her wrapped one arm around her shoulders and gathered her closer to him. She felt his warmth, his scent. The mixture of sandalwood and him, it was intoxicating.
Yes, he was so understanding, he always understood when she rambled on and on about her memories as a card captor. She had trusted him on this. Had he believed her? She did look at him when she told the stories about it, and his eyes were locked on her, was he listening? Yes, he was. She knew, and then she would smile and continue telling the story. And when she reached the part where the bad times came, he would come to her and hug her. Wipe the unshed tears and tell her that everything was okay, that it was done.
She looked up at him now, the man who gathered her in his arms whose eyes stared blankly at the sea as if there was something others couldn't see.
"Darren."
The man turned to look at her, his long black hair danced in the wind, making him more handsome. His eyes were glittering amethysts, waiting for her to talk.
"Thank you. for being here for me. For filling up the emptiness in me." she said, yet there was doubt in her voice. She was very grateful of him, of course, or she would have been in her room right now, sobbing. Had he noticed it? The quiver in her voice? He was still smiling, he couldn't have. He tightened his grip on her, almost possessive.
"I'm always here."
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NEXT the prologue of this story.