Kohari: Sorry it took so long. Yeah. I changed the title. Oops. You guys were right, though. The title didn't fit it at all. Oh, well. I got a title that fits better now. So...yeah. Here it is. Justin reveals...you'll find out, but only if you read!
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Chapter 9: Intentions (OHMIGOSH! A chapter title!)
(Justin's Point of View)
I look out of the window of the plane now. Staring out onto the grassy fields, endless rivers, and mountains that from this height look the size of molehills. None of these wonderful sights as gorgeous as you, Hilary.
Melani. She had been the cause of all this. All your pain, and yet, all of your happiness. If I hadn't been so blinded by childish desires, we would still be together. And you never would've left town. You never would've met the BladeBreakers. Never would've met Kai and Tyson.
Yes. I finally got my piece of humble pie. She had done to me what I had so heartlessly done to you. She strung me along, playing me like a harp. So subtly, so expertly. As I had done to you.
She made her final move, tearing me to pieces. She had done to me what no girl had ever dared to do to me. She broke my heart. No. She ripped it to shreds. Slowly at first, piece by piece, and I didn't realize it until she finally slashed the remains into multiple, tiny particles.
It was then that I realized something. I loved you, Hilary. But I had given up my chance at you. You would never forgive me for what I had done to you. There was no way you'd willingly come back to me. Especially not with open arms. Or open heart.
I followed you to your new hometown, watching you from the shadows, trying to decide when to make my move, when to force you back to me. But one little detail I hadn't counted on intrigued me. You had found the ability to love again.
I was stunned when I saw you hanging out with the world-famous members of the BladeBreakers. Max, Tyson, Ray, Kenny, and Kai. I saw the way you looked between the world champ and the team captain. You were hooked. Addicted. To them. You gave them looks that even I never received from you.
You were happy. Genuinely happy. Despite the past I had dealt to you, you had been able to trust, to love. To find a way to free yourself from that emotional prison you had locked yourself up in. They had broken your emotional barrier that kept you from making the same mistake you had made with me. That kept you protected from being hurt again.
I was jealous. I had to win you from them. I thought maybe if I brought them down, stole their title from them, you'd learn to appreciate me again. Wrong. You still adored them. And worse. You supported them even more. Encouraged them increasingly. Helped them surpass their limits in preparation to my defeat.
You can't imagine the surprise when I found that you yourself had decided to join in. It was supposed to be a battle between men to decide your love. But true, it would decide your future. You should rightfully have a say in it, and your actions spoke for you.
Archangel. Storm Rat. Remember the days where we would practice together? I miss those days.
I realize, that, though I do love you, Hilary, I'm being selfish. I wanted you for myself, and was willing to do anything to bring you back to me. But that's not where you belong. You belong with them. With those who cared for you. With those you cherished more than you ever could I.
I realize, though you still know not where Cupid's golden arrow is leading you, you are still happy. Without me. And though that pains me, I'm still happy. Knowing that you can still feel joy. Feel love. That you could move on. I'm glad. I'm glad you didn't cry for me.
I hope you can find your destiny with ease, girl. I hope you need never shed a single tear again. I hope you can live your life to the fullest, without having to worry about jerks like me. That's why I'll never bother you again.
Farewell, my love. I'm sorry for all I've done to you. We shall not meet again. You have enough to worry about without having memories of rough times resurface because I was stupid. I shall do that much. Spare you the grief of...what I've done. I made my decision, and here are the consequences.
For you, I sacrifice the one thing I adore above all. The one thing most precious to me. The one thing I cherish before all but the Lord. I give you up completely so you can be happy. I hope you can forgive me. And even harder, forget me. I really mean that. And though I can't say this to you, any of it, I hope you know it within your heart.
I love you...Hilary.
THE ENDKohari: I hope that was a good ending. Everyone was wondering why Justin wanted her back, so I hope this clears everything up. I'm thinking about a sequel, so...but I don't know what to put in it. If I do, I'll take who's-it's advice and make her choose between Kai and Tyson, but...who should she choose? Hmmm. Tough call. Well, review, please.CYL! (for now)