Hello, people! This is a new story of mine. It's a Darien and Serena
story but I won't tell you just yet whether they'll be together or not.
Heh heh...
Well, enjoy.
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The Deception of the Heart By PinkyToes
Chapter 1
Plop.. Plop.. Plop..
Last night, rain had come down hard on Tokyo. The dripping sounds from the fall of the leftover waterdrops were reminders of how the sky had cried mercilessly onto the earth. Reminders of how she ran into the night through the storm, searching for solace. Reminders of the shock she had felt when her worst nightmares came true. Reminders of how she ran crying from the only source of comfort she ever knew. Reminders of the ultimate betrayal. Reminders of why she was sitting here, on her window ledge, in her dark apartment, following the movements of the waterdrops, falling from the glistening leaf of a tree with her somber eyes.
Plop..plop..plop..
She knew. She knew that deep down inside her heart, he never loved her. He never looked at her with soft eyes. He never spoke endearing words to her. He never showed public displays of affection. And when she finally gave her whole self to him - body, mind, and soul - she felt him retract from her even more than before. They had only made love once throughout their 3-year relationship. And that one time spoke volumes about their relationship.
Plop..plop..plop..
They had met in college, where she studied to be a nurse and he an architect. They had first met through mutual friends, and somehow, for no true logical reason, he asked her out. She remembered her elated feelings for she had felt more than friendly feelings toward him, and thought that he returned the sentiments. He didn't. She soon found later from overhearing conversations between her friends that he was forced to ask her out, forced by his friends to make something out of nothing. But she wouldn't let him go. She loved him too much. The relationship continued on blandly.
Plop..plop..plop..
She smiled bitterly as she thought of their first time. Even in bed, he displayed little emotions. She would find him reaching out to touch her, only to take back his hands and grasp the bed instead. It was as if he was disgusted by her body and would rather touch inanimate objects than the real living flesh beneath him. When he took her virginity and she cried, he muttered a small, but sincere, 'sorry' before going on. The whole experience lasted less than an hour. But, the impacts lasted throughout the rest of their pummeling relationship.
Plop..Plop..Plop..
What she saw last night brought both joy and complete sadness to her heart. When she saw his dark head placed protectively above a beautiful woman's face, and his arms wrapped tightly around her torso, the sheets placed above their bodies in a calm and soothing manner, and his smile..god, his beautiful smile as he slept holding the woman of his dreams in his loving embrace..something shattered inside her, yet she couldn't bring herself to hate him..them..because she saw that smile. The smile that she had failed to put on his face.
Plop..plop..plop..
She knows he'll come talk to her. He'll break up with her and throw away everything they had, throw away all the false romance, the façade of love. She wouldn't blame him, beat him, or beg him. She won't cry in front of him either. The crying will come later, when he'll be out of her life forever.
Plop..Plop..Plop..
He really is a good man. He had succeeded in being a famed architect at the tender age of 27. He's tall and handsome, polite and generous, popular in the high society while she remained in her small world with a modest job as an assistant nurse in a small clinic.
He never said a mean word to her. He never raised his hands to beat her. He never threatened to leave her. Instead, he opted to ignore her, shut her out of his life. She wondered why he never just broke it off and stop the sham that was their relationship. She would like to think that he never left her because somewhere in his heart, he loved her. But she knew she was only fooling herself. Nevertheless, a spark of hope remained while he remained with her. And that spark died completely last night.
Plop..Plop....
The sun is coming out. A new day has come. Slowly, but surely, the droplets diminished as the sun heats the water into evaporation. She should stop her tears. Before, the sky was her companion and had cried with her. Now, she was the only one crying, and the loneliness bit into her heart. Raising the back of her ivory-skinned hand, she wiped the tears from each of her eyes.
Sounds were coming from the far end of her apartment. Knocks to be exact. He had come. She no longer had to wait. Today will be a turning point in her life. She can either embrace it or curse it.
Walking slowly to her door, she raised her hand again to wipe the new tears that had fallen. Telling herself that she'll be fine, she put on a brave, but teary smile. The door opened and the man who broke her heart met her eyes full force. A mixture of excitement and apprehension can be seen in his eyes. Tears threatened to spill but she pushed them back. She wouldn't start the conversation. He would have to do it.
"Hello Serena."
"Darien."
Plop..
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Some of you are probably bashing me right now. And some of you are probably high-fiving me. Depends if you're a Darien/Serena fan. Well, I won't tell you anything about the storyline because frankly, I don't want to. Just keep on reading and see if the results you want are the ones I want. See ya next time!
Well, enjoy.
**********************
The Deception of the Heart By PinkyToes
Chapter 1
Plop.. Plop.. Plop..
Last night, rain had come down hard on Tokyo. The dripping sounds from the fall of the leftover waterdrops were reminders of how the sky had cried mercilessly onto the earth. Reminders of how she ran into the night through the storm, searching for solace. Reminders of the shock she had felt when her worst nightmares came true. Reminders of how she ran crying from the only source of comfort she ever knew. Reminders of the ultimate betrayal. Reminders of why she was sitting here, on her window ledge, in her dark apartment, following the movements of the waterdrops, falling from the glistening leaf of a tree with her somber eyes.
Plop..plop..plop..
She knew. She knew that deep down inside her heart, he never loved her. He never looked at her with soft eyes. He never spoke endearing words to her. He never showed public displays of affection. And when she finally gave her whole self to him - body, mind, and soul - she felt him retract from her even more than before. They had only made love once throughout their 3-year relationship. And that one time spoke volumes about their relationship.
Plop..plop..plop..
They had met in college, where she studied to be a nurse and he an architect. They had first met through mutual friends, and somehow, for no true logical reason, he asked her out. She remembered her elated feelings for she had felt more than friendly feelings toward him, and thought that he returned the sentiments. He didn't. She soon found later from overhearing conversations between her friends that he was forced to ask her out, forced by his friends to make something out of nothing. But she wouldn't let him go. She loved him too much. The relationship continued on blandly.
Plop..plop..plop..
She smiled bitterly as she thought of their first time. Even in bed, he displayed little emotions. She would find him reaching out to touch her, only to take back his hands and grasp the bed instead. It was as if he was disgusted by her body and would rather touch inanimate objects than the real living flesh beneath him. When he took her virginity and she cried, he muttered a small, but sincere, 'sorry' before going on. The whole experience lasted less than an hour. But, the impacts lasted throughout the rest of their pummeling relationship.
Plop..Plop..Plop..
What she saw last night brought both joy and complete sadness to her heart. When she saw his dark head placed protectively above a beautiful woman's face, and his arms wrapped tightly around her torso, the sheets placed above their bodies in a calm and soothing manner, and his smile..god, his beautiful smile as he slept holding the woman of his dreams in his loving embrace..something shattered inside her, yet she couldn't bring herself to hate him..them..because she saw that smile. The smile that she had failed to put on his face.
Plop..plop..plop..
She knows he'll come talk to her. He'll break up with her and throw away everything they had, throw away all the false romance, the façade of love. She wouldn't blame him, beat him, or beg him. She won't cry in front of him either. The crying will come later, when he'll be out of her life forever.
Plop..Plop..Plop..
He really is a good man. He had succeeded in being a famed architect at the tender age of 27. He's tall and handsome, polite and generous, popular in the high society while she remained in her small world with a modest job as an assistant nurse in a small clinic.
He never said a mean word to her. He never raised his hands to beat her. He never threatened to leave her. Instead, he opted to ignore her, shut her out of his life. She wondered why he never just broke it off and stop the sham that was their relationship. She would like to think that he never left her because somewhere in his heart, he loved her. But she knew she was only fooling herself. Nevertheless, a spark of hope remained while he remained with her. And that spark died completely last night.
Plop..Plop....
The sun is coming out. A new day has come. Slowly, but surely, the droplets diminished as the sun heats the water into evaporation. She should stop her tears. Before, the sky was her companion and had cried with her. Now, she was the only one crying, and the loneliness bit into her heart. Raising the back of her ivory-skinned hand, she wiped the tears from each of her eyes.
Sounds were coming from the far end of her apartment. Knocks to be exact. He had come. She no longer had to wait. Today will be a turning point in her life. She can either embrace it or curse it.
Walking slowly to her door, she raised her hand again to wipe the new tears that had fallen. Telling herself that she'll be fine, she put on a brave, but teary smile. The door opened and the man who broke her heart met her eyes full force. A mixture of excitement and apprehension can be seen in his eyes. Tears threatened to spill but she pushed them back. She wouldn't start the conversation. He would have to do it.
"Hello Serena."
"Darien."
Plop..
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Some of you are probably bashing me right now. And some of you are probably high-fiving me. Depends if you're a Darien/Serena fan. Well, I won't tell you anything about the storyline because frankly, I don't want to. Just keep on reading and see if the results you want are the ones I want. See ya next time!