Sorry for the delay of this fic… Frankly, me don't know how to continue…
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The sun had long been gone in the horizon, leaving only the light from the post to illuminate the streets.
Miroku walked senselessly. His mind was numb.
"My parents have… they…" she had said, her voice faltering.
"What?"
"They…"
Miroku shut his eyes and shook his head, as if trying to block the next train of thoughts from his head.
"They have arranged an engagement for me."
Sango was just a friend. So why would it affect him? He should be happy for her, right?
Right?
"I'm home," he gloomily said as he entered their home.
"You're late," his dad said from the family room.
"Sorry, I have a project," he said as he peered through the room at his father.
"Well, you should have called," his father countered as he looked from the paper he was reading.
"I'll remember that next time, dad," he said.
"Dinner will be ready in a while so go up and change."
"Ok."
Miroku climbed the stairs, but with every step he took, he felt there was a dead weight dragging him down.
How the hell did it happen? Her announcement hit him like a bucket of cold water leaving him feeling numb.
To him, Sango had become more than a best friend. She was an unadulterated being, unlike the girls at the school that always crave for attention.
Sango was simple. She has always been simple. But the rest thought of her as plain, a tomboy. They did not see what his eyes had always seen. She is everything a girl should be.
Miroku entered his darkened room, threw his bag on his study table. He fell face first on his bed without turning on the lights. Silently wishing it was a hard, cold, cemented floor instead. His train of thoughts was making his head ache.
Sango was everything his girl should be.
Underneath all those baggy clothes she was constantly wearing was a beauty that could be compared to no one. He was glad that no other had discovered that, only him.
"But it will never be," he muttered, his voice muffled by his crumpled sheet.
For a number of reasons, they would never be.
She was a friend.
Friends should be respected. Trust should not be broken. One must remain true to one's friend.
But he, himself, had broken that trust by falling in love with her. He never meant to, but he could not teach his heart not to feel.
She was an enemy.
Enemies should be put at an arms length. Trust is not expected between enemies.
But that enemy was a special girl. Despite their parents continuous bickering, he had always gravitated her side.
His emotions ran amok whenever she was concerned. How do you face your emotions when she was both a friend and an enemy?
But that would soon be over, right?
She was engaged to another man, one that was with her parent's blessing.
That should make things less complicated for him. Starting tomorrow, she would belong to another guy.
"Damn," he said, pushing himself from his bed.
It would certainly be less complicated, but it would certainly be more difficult.
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gomen, but I really want to finish this fic… like Miroku, ideas are running amok in my head and I can't get them organized… hope this meets your approval