This will be short… And I do not own Beyblade!
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When Without You
The sun was setting. The orange light coming through the window bathing the room in the very same color was fading away.
A person was sitting on the bed in the room. A boy. A boy with amber-eyes. He didn't know for how long he had been sitting there. Just sitting. It was like time had stopped. The love of his life had left him. What was he going to do now? He couldn't sleep.
The rest of the team was gone, too. Probably stuffing their faces in some restaurant, whose chefs didn't know what had hit them. He suddenly found himself now lying on the bed.
He began to reminisce about the time he and his love had spent together; every passion filled night, every kiss, every… He couldn't make himself say the word, but eventually he did anyway. Every fight. The thought of their last one made him shiver.
He had to think about something else. Or at least someone else. He couldn't keep going on like this. He had to take action, if he wanted to get his love back. And he did. There was nothing he wanted more.
He rushed up and hurried to the door. He was about to grab hold of the handle, when someone on the other side of the door had done it before him. He stepped back. And in came his love. His love with crimson eyes. And the usual smirk.
"Where were you going?"
"I…I…I was gonna go look for you."
"I said I'd be back in ten minutes… I just went to the store to get us some fruit, remember?"
The boy with the amber-eyes was so happy to see his love that he almost attacked him instead of hugging him. His love just smiled… And shook his head.
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Can you be more addicted to someone…? Or just more in love…?
I might write some more to this story, but until further… This is it!