Whew, okay, I've been in a storm of personal problems, so you all must
forgive me for not being able to update this story right away, but I have
done it again! And I have more chapters to type up, so just hold on to
your shoes!
So, I hope you all enjoy this new chapter, and hopefully I will be able to
get more up soon.
-Deutschkatz
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Chapter 3:
Rika's POV:
I had let an hour and a half pass by as I soaked in the warm water, totally out of touch with my thoughts and the world. (A/N: if you think that's impossible, try me! ^_^'') But now it was time to come back to reality and be angry and depressed with everything once again. Damn it all!
With a towel wrapped around my dripping, slim body and another twisted around my wet hair, I retreated to my room for a fresh set of clothes to change into for the night. Rummaging through my closet and drawers, I produced a nice duo of black, skin hugging pants and a black spaghetti-strap shirt. Normally I would probably go for some little dress to keep me from burning in the overcrowded dance clubs, but since it was supposed to rain a little, I decided I didn't want to freeze if it was a cold April shower.
When I had changed, I still had a lot of time left. I hated feeling so bored! My bitterness grew. Why did things always have to be so bad for me? In Tokyo friends always surrounded me. How ironic that I had wished at the time I could have been left alone. Ha, what a laugh! Now look at me, sitting here in Odaiba, sulking and pouting that nobody was here to talk and be my friend!
Slowly and without thinking, I went to my bed to drag a box from under the low frame. Opening the lid, I gazed down at the first photo. I was in it, smiling happily as I kept my balance on the back of a boy with short, dark- brown hair. It was taken not too long before the move, before everything broke apart.. *~*~*~*~*~* Yamato's POV:
"God, I must be insane." I muttered, realizing I was halfway through the weekend's homework. "What the hell am I doing working on homework on a Friday afternoon?! Ugh!" I threw down my pencil and snapped my binder closed. Then I started pacing around, rubbing my temples. I had to get out of here! It was only a little before six, maybe I can get some fresh air before subjecting myself to the crowds.
Grabbing my jacket, I headed down the stairs and onto the crowded sidewalk. I walked straight through without a care. Everybody was much too busy with their own concerns that they just naturally stepped around me. Only once did an elderly man mutter something angrily when I accidentally bumped into his arm. I just ignored him and walked on aimlessly.
When I finally snapped back into reality, I realized that I was in the Odaiba shopping district, a couple shops down from one very familiar flower shop. I could see the pink neon sign flickering on the large display window, tinting the carefully assembled Easter display. Nothing less than perfect from Takenouchi Sora. I walked forward, reluctantly, as if my feet had a mind of their own. Looking into the window, I could see the red head with a spray bottle in hand, buzzing around each flower giving little squirts of water as her mother stood behind the counter, talking to a male customer. My eyes fixed on Sora, a curtain of sadness and despair handing over my mind. Sora and I had been in love for such a long time before we got together around two years ago. I had never felt happier in my entire life than when I was with her, holding her every day and every night. Everything seemed so perfect, and I had even given thought to proposing to her within a few months on our anniversary. But just last month everything changed. It was so quick that I can hardly recall what happened. All I know is that one night we were waling quietly and happily through the park, the next day at school we got into a stupid argument over some little thing and everything just ended. It is as simple as that. I regret it so much. My whole world was with her. She gave me my strength and my life. I couldn't look at her until right now. I-I can't stay here! I still love her, but it is done. She turned around, looked right into my eyes. Nothing.there is nothing in them for me. Just hate. Choking back a sob, I turn and run. It doesn't matter where, just as long as I'm gone from this pain! God, what the hell is wrong with me?!
Chapter 3:
Rika's POV:
I had let an hour and a half pass by as I soaked in the warm water, totally out of touch with my thoughts and the world. (A/N: if you think that's impossible, try me! ^_^'') But now it was time to come back to reality and be angry and depressed with everything once again. Damn it all!
With a towel wrapped around my dripping, slim body and another twisted around my wet hair, I retreated to my room for a fresh set of clothes to change into for the night. Rummaging through my closet and drawers, I produced a nice duo of black, skin hugging pants and a black spaghetti-strap shirt. Normally I would probably go for some little dress to keep me from burning in the overcrowded dance clubs, but since it was supposed to rain a little, I decided I didn't want to freeze if it was a cold April shower.
When I had changed, I still had a lot of time left. I hated feeling so bored! My bitterness grew. Why did things always have to be so bad for me? In Tokyo friends always surrounded me. How ironic that I had wished at the time I could have been left alone. Ha, what a laugh! Now look at me, sitting here in Odaiba, sulking and pouting that nobody was here to talk and be my friend!
Slowly and without thinking, I went to my bed to drag a box from under the low frame. Opening the lid, I gazed down at the first photo. I was in it, smiling happily as I kept my balance on the back of a boy with short, dark- brown hair. It was taken not too long before the move, before everything broke apart.. *~*~*~*~*~* Yamato's POV:
"God, I must be insane." I muttered, realizing I was halfway through the weekend's homework. "What the hell am I doing working on homework on a Friday afternoon?! Ugh!" I threw down my pencil and snapped my binder closed. Then I started pacing around, rubbing my temples. I had to get out of here! It was only a little before six, maybe I can get some fresh air before subjecting myself to the crowds.
Grabbing my jacket, I headed down the stairs and onto the crowded sidewalk. I walked straight through without a care. Everybody was much too busy with their own concerns that they just naturally stepped around me. Only once did an elderly man mutter something angrily when I accidentally bumped into his arm. I just ignored him and walked on aimlessly.
When I finally snapped back into reality, I realized that I was in the Odaiba shopping district, a couple shops down from one very familiar flower shop. I could see the pink neon sign flickering on the large display window, tinting the carefully assembled Easter display. Nothing less than perfect from Takenouchi Sora. I walked forward, reluctantly, as if my feet had a mind of their own. Looking into the window, I could see the red head with a spray bottle in hand, buzzing around each flower giving little squirts of water as her mother stood behind the counter, talking to a male customer. My eyes fixed on Sora, a curtain of sadness and despair handing over my mind. Sora and I had been in love for such a long time before we got together around two years ago. I had never felt happier in my entire life than when I was with her, holding her every day and every night. Everything seemed so perfect, and I had even given thought to proposing to her within a few months on our anniversary. But just last month everything changed. It was so quick that I can hardly recall what happened. All I know is that one night we were waling quietly and happily through the park, the next day at school we got into a stupid argument over some little thing and everything just ended. It is as simple as that. I regret it so much. My whole world was with her. She gave me my strength and my life. I couldn't look at her until right now. I-I can't stay here! I still love her, but it is done. She turned around, looked right into my eyes. Nothing.there is nothing in them for me. Just hate. Choking back a sob, I turn and run. It doesn't matter where, just as long as I'm gone from this pain! God, what the hell is wrong with me?!