A/N: I'm working on a new fic...sorato unless I get it out before this. I Just gotta work things out on it. SO many ideas. I have three ideas, one out, one I plan on writing, and one im not so sure if I want to write.
Sorry for late updates, I'm just really slow! Forgive me
theladyknight: Thanx. The notebook's one of my fav. I'll try to update faster, but I can't promise anything. I have a system on updating. But, you're always updating. How do you do it? I really like your stories, but sorry if I don't review.
crazyamzy: I hope you did watch it. Such a great movie! Im reading the book right now. Glad u like it so far. And sorry if I don't review your stories, cuz I just forget, like I do with a lot of stories. XP but I do like them. They're very creative, which is something I look for in a story.
Btw. How do you update so fast?! You're always coming up with a new story or chapter everyday. Not that im complaining, but it like takes me a week to write a chapter. I'm always adding new things.
DiaTheRyter: lol thanx for the review. Aww, glad it makes every girl envious.
FYI: there is A LOT of romantic stuff. Namely the flashbacks, which there's a lot of. And no digimon, as in the monsters themselves. It just works better for the fic. Just imagine there off on vacation. XP
Ages:
Sora, Yamato- 35
Yoshiko- 6
Naosuke- 3
R&R
Disclaimer: don't own digimon.
(CH.1-Meetings & Car Crashes)
'Another Day, Another Dollar....I guess' The woman thought rather bitterly to herself.
Taking another look at herself, in her full-length mirror, a sigh escaped her lips.
She was dressed in a nice business suit, something she wouldn't consider comfortable, but sophisticated. She wore a white collared blouse, the collar sticking up, but bent slightly at the ends. Over it she wore a neat, newly ironed black blazer with white vertical stripes, and matching pants.
Her twinkling crimson eyes, made their way to her head, particularly her newly cut hair. She fixed her bangs, and tucked a loose strand of auburn hair behind her ear. Playing around, with the ends of her hair, she let out a another sigh from her apricot colored lips.
'Why am I doing this. There's noone to impress; all of my business associates could care less if I just came in a shirt and jeans.'
She knew she was lying to herself. She did it for him. The one that stole her heart, and gave it back to her crushed. Her fixing herself wouldn't change anything. She had even got a haircut, the day before, knowing very well she was going to see him.
The auburn haired beauty laughed at her childish tactics inwardly.
As she was caressing her clean, cut, suit, the voice of a young girl chirped throughout the halls of the lovely apartment.
"MOMMY!!!???"
The woman turned her head to her right side to see nothing but a golden color poking through the gap of the white door.
She laughed again, but this time it was more of a giggle and out loud.
"Yoshi? What are you doing?" She saw the child's fragile body, now standing in the door frame. "Well, are you going to come in, or stay out there?"
"I'm in!" The blonde exclaimed enthusiastically. She hopped into the room, and wore a wide grin, showing her pearly whites.
"Well, aren't we excited?" She crouched down to the girl's size.
She nodded, her teeth still showing. Laughing again, she picked the little girl, and held her close.
"Mommy! You look sooooooooo purty! Do you think I'll look as purty as you when I grow up?"
"Yes! You'll make all the boys drool, and make every girl jealous." she tickled her tummy, causing the girl to giggle uncontrollably. As The woman finally stopped, and the girl in her arms calmed down, they continued to chat.
"You think! And I'll be a fashion designer too!" Her azure eyes lit up with joy and hope.
"I know so! And if you want to be a fashion designer like mommy, then you go ahead and do so. But no matter what, I know you'll make me proud."
The girl nodded once again. She set the rambunctious little girl on the edge the king sized bed.
She found it kind of odd. When she was her age, the last thing she wanted to do was to design clothes for a living. She had also figured it was because her daughter just wanted to be like her mother. But the woman never wanted to be like her mom, arranging flowers...and yet she worked there throughout highschool, and half of college.
Her daughter was more 'girly', than she was, but then again, she was a tomboy. She figured that's what any girl would be like, their mother making pretty clothes for a living that is.
"Mommy?"
"Yes sweetie?"
"Can you put my hair in a ponytail?"
'Maybe she wasn't that different than me when is was younger.'
"Actually...can you put in pigtails?"
'Okay, so she is different than me. But I love her nonetheless.'
"Of course Yoshi." She walked gracefully towards the cabinet, and picked up two small, red hair ties.
"Turn around." The girl followed her orders, and her back facing her mother. As she was parting her hair, her daughter struck up another conversation.
"Mommy? I really wish you didn't have to go to your meeting. 'Cuz then you could spend time with me, Naosuke, and Daddy!"
She froze at the word. She didn't think it would hit her that hard. She knew they were going over there to drop off Yoshiko. Letting a sigh out, she studied her daughter carefully.
Yoshiko Takenouchi. Previously known as Yoshiko Ishida, the daughter and first child of Sora Takenouchi and Yamato Ishida. She really was an amazing child, carrying characteristics of both her father and mother.
She held many qualities of her father. On the outside, her golden locks were just as silky as his. She had pale peach skin, just like her father.
And her eyes.
They were something totally different. The one thing that seemed so much like his, and yet not. They had the same color: blue. They held the same twinkle and ability to mask their emotions. His were far more different though. He was able to shadow his emotions very well. Noone could ever really tell how he was feeling, that is, except for her. Yoshiko on the other hand, was really only able to hide loneliness and sadness in her eyes, which was something she picked up doing the harsh split.
She knew that was part of the reason she kept custody over her, and not her brother. Yoshiko helped her eased the pain. In some small way, having her around her all time, made it feel like he was there with her. Every time she looked at her daughter, she'd always see him there too.
It really hurt, more than she ever thought it could. She had no idea if it hurt him as much as it did her, or even more. Once everything was settled, his mask was put on again, worn tighter than before. It was apart of him now, and he'd never take it off, making it even more difficult to decipher his true feelings.
That was something they both did, hide their emotions. For her though, she only hid strong feelings, such as sadness. She did though, only so no one would worry, but he hid so much. He did it naturally, as if it were nothing, that was something that upset her most about him. He would never tell straight forward what he felt. But she found the way to see.
Just like their daughter, his emotions would show up in his eyes, but now they were clouded, so not even the least bit of joy or happiness can shine through, yet alone any other emotion.
"Sweetie, you know Mommy can't. It's a very important meeting, and I can't afford to miss it. I'm sorry."
She gave her daughter an apologetic look.
"I know. I wish you, Daddy, Naos, and me can go to the park together one day." She said, her hopeful eyes lit up in denial. She knew that wouldn't happen any time soon.
Instead of answering her question, she ignored it and fixed her grammar.
"And I, sweetie. And I"
Her blue eyes dulled. She didn't want to go further into it. Even at her age, she understood the outline of the separation. She didn't understand fully though. She couldn't understand, to her it was rather of a blur. She hasn't matured yet to know these things about mutual love, and the reasons given as to why it doesn't work out. She wasn't depressed either. Again, she couldn't be. She didn't know what it was.
That's what she always thought about her daughter. That she was simply too young to feel and understand such things. But she knew the truth. Her children were hurting. She refused to believe that she had caused her children pain. But she knew she had, no matter how hard she denied it, her children were hurting because of her and their father's mistakes.
Mistakes. Were there really any? She didn't know anymore. Things happen for a reason, something she had been told since she was no younger than her daughter's age.
"Okay Yoshi, all done."
The young girl just nodded and got off the bed. She went over to her mother's mirror, and inspected her hair.
She stared at her daughter. She hurt her again, always saying 'next time' or just ignoring her comments about their broken family.
A broad smile made the way of the small girls face. She turned around abruptly facing her mother, the smile still on.
"Thanks Mommy! I really like it!"
She definitely inherited the trait of hiding her feelings. It seemed so natural to her, born that way, cursed by her parents.
She gave a soft smile to the child.
"We've get to get going now Yoshi. So go get your coat, okay?"
She nodded, and ran out of the room.
The auburn woman crossed over to her mirror again. She played with her bangs again. She let out a sigh, and a smile of remorse.
'Gawd. When did I get so vain?'
He took a glance at the time on the oven. In a green light it read, '8:36'.
'They should be here by now.' the blonde man thought.
He picked up the dust pan filled with dirt and such, and crossed over to the trash can, dumping the contents. Letting out a redundant sigh, he took the broom and dust pan, and placed them where they belong.
"Da-Da!" he heard a spirited voice call out.
He walked out fo the kitchen, and into the living room, where he found where the voice came from. He saw the youngster sitting awkwardly on the beige couch. On his handsome face he, a small smirk appeared out of amusement.
"Yes?"
"Is it otay if I use dee potty?" he asked, quickly and uncomfortably.
"Of course, why not?" He saw his son jump off of the couch.
"I don't wanna make potty-room dirty. You just cwean it." He laughed to himself, and pointed his thumb over his shoulder. The young boy understood and ran clumsily to the bathroom.
Getting back to his thoughts. He went back into the kitchen, and grabbed a paper towel. Wetting it first, he swiped it along the counter.
'Why am I even cleaning?' He wondered, done cleaning the counter top.
He never usually cleaned, well at least not this much. It was usually just his and his son's rooms, and kitchen that he always kept an eye on. They were the only rooms that ever got messy, other than a stain here and there.
Taking another look at the oven, he saw that only two minutes had passed.
'Traffic, or a gas stop. That's probably why they're not here yet.'Again his thoughts went to his guests coming over.
"That's why..." he breathed out.
They were the reason he was cleaning, well namely she was the reason. She was just coming over to drop their daughter off, and then go to her business thing. He finally figured it out.
Every time they would come over, he would always clean up the house, although most of it was already clean. It just came to him, to clean up this place, whenever they came. It was his subconscious no doubt, doing it in an attempt to impress her.
He laughed to himself at the fact that he's done this dozens of times, and yet now it just occurred to him. Again the question, 'Why?' popped in his head.
Even if he denied it, he knew deep down he still held feelings for her. Even if they were small, they were still there. He also knew that where those feelings lay, the truth did too. Even if he did impress her, in any way, it wouldn't change anything.
He never really wanted anything to change, at least that's what he always thought, but the more he thought about it, the more he became confused about the matter.
The sound of a flush came to his ears. Knowing his son was done, he prepared for his appearance.
"Da-Da! I did it all by myself." The young boy ran up, into his father's awaiting arms.
"I'm proud of you! three in a row. See, I told you were ready for the big potty." He gave his son an amused grin, which received a wide one.
"Won't Mommy and Yoshi be proud when I tell dem?"
The older man nodded reluctantly. He stared at his son, which only made him think more about her.
Naosuke Ishida. The first son, but second child, of Sora Takenouchi and Yamato Ishida. He was only a toddler, but a quick learner. He was always full surprises, and very curious, pretty much like any toddler. But he was very out going. Always wanting to go out and play, not really liking being inside. Definitely a trait from his mother.
He looked a lot like her too, the fiery hair and eyes. And the light tan. He really was a pride and joy to him. He was, however, rather happy-go-lucky. A trait he had no idea where he picked up from.
'He spends too much time with Tai.' he thought, laughing inwardly.
But that was good, for the time being. He didn't hurt much, well at least not as much as his sister, did. He was like his uncle, too young to really remember or understand what had happen.
The boy was sweet, something he definitely got from his mother. Right now a bit of him regretted keeping custody over his son. Looking at him now only reminded him of her, and the pain felt when they separated.
"Da-Da? What's wrong? You wook sad." His son said.
"Nothing son, it's just..." he let out a soft sigh. "Nothing. I'm not sad, I'm just tired from cleaning."
The boy seemed to take the excuse, and nodded his head.
He had a feeling, rather of a notion, that when his children got older, his daughter would be the one he'd be more closer too. He wasn't as to so sure why, maybe it was the fact that she showed an interest in music as he did, or that she seemed to understand a lot.
Figuring this out, he almost knew that his son would be closer to their mother, rather than him.
And yet now? Who was he able to confide to now? His children were too young, and he didn't want to dwell in deeper about their broken family. He always had his brother, and his best friend...but the one person he truly did share his feelings, fears, and worries to is gone. She was there physically, but as in a friendship or relationship of any kind, she was gone. And no matter what he did, he would never gain back that void she filled and emptied.
"Da-Da? When's Mommy getting here? I want to tell her about how I can I use the big potty." he said, getting antsy.
His mouth opened, but before he could get any words the chiming of the doorbell rang through the house.
"Well, there they are now. Go on check if it's them." The boy nodded eagerly, and jumped out his father's arms. He ran through the kitchen and into the hall.
He watched his son's retreating figure, and readied himself for their appearance. Following his footsteps, he made his way to the front door. He saw his on peeking through the window above the couch, seeing who it was.
"So?"
The redhead turned around and gave his father a huge grin. He nodded, even more eager than before.
Taking a few more steps to the door, he turned it and revealed the visitors.
"Daddy!"the youthful voice rang through his ears. A smile appeared on his face, at the sound of her voice.
Standing in front of him was a blonde little girl, older than the boy, and an auburn haired woman. He bent down, arms open.
The girl ran into the man's arms, and hugged him tightly. Her small arms wrapped around his neck, as his muscular ones were around her tiny body. He gave her a kiss on the forehead, as she did on his cheek.
They let go, but he was still holding onto her waist.
"What? Not even a 'hello' or a 'how are you?'?" he asked, sarcasm in his voice, but she giggled at his remark.
"Okay. Hello Daddy! How are you?" She giggled still, but it died down. All he could do was smile at the sight of his daughter's face, and possibly her mother.
"Fine, and you?" he asked, placing his hand on the side of her face, taking a good look at her.
"Great!"
"I'm glad to hear that Shiko." he said her name softly.
Her face lit up at the nickname that her father, and only her father, used.
She felt a rough tug on her right pant leg. Looking down, crimson eyes met crimson eyes. A smile came to her face, as the boy already wore his. Bending she wrapped her arms around the small boy, who returned the favor, the best he could.
"Mommy! I missed you!" The young boy cried, still holding onto his mother dearly. Her smile grew at the sound of her son's voice and that his happiness was evident in his voice.
When was the last time she had seen him? Almost one and a half months ago. It hadn't seemed so long, but to her, and for the man next to her, it was like an eternity. To have to keep away from the children they conceived, it seemed so hard, especially for her.
Not only was she the one that gave birth to them, and held them for nine months, but she was away quiet often. Being an international fashion designer was far from easy. Every time she had to go to work, or any other business related affairs, she would try her best to take her daughter with.
Mostly because she didn't want her to be alone, and she was best with her, but also because she knew of how her eyes always lit up at the site of all the clothes being made, and all the nice people.
But for him, he had it much easier. As an astronaut, he went to trips in space at the most twice a year. Usually staying for a few months, something he hated about his job. But after working, he would stay home for long a time.
To keep himself busy though, and to spend more time with his children, he had taken up the job as a music instructor. His lessons taught at home, allowing his pupils to feel at home.
"I missed you too Naosuke." she greeted softly as they let go. She ruffled his hair softly, seeing how much he had grown, and lifted his chin up. His copper eyes flickered, coinciding with his huge smile.
"Mommy! Mommy! Guess what?" He asked, his eyes full of excitement.
"What?" she asked amused.
"I used dee big potty tree times in a row!"
She laughed lightly at how happy her son was, but kept her warm smile on.
"Really?" He nodded, and she saw through the corner of her eye, that the man beside her was nodding too.
"Yeah, he did it three times, and all by himself. I'm really proud of him." He said softly.
Hugging her son again, she added onto the praise.
"Oh, I'm so proud of you! You're turning into such a big boy!"
Letting go of her son, she turned around. She saw that her daughter clung onto her father's leg, a smile on her face. But that wasn't what she really noticed.
It was him. She noticed his clothes, usually he would just wear 'around-the-
house' clothes, like sweats and a shirt. That's what he usually wore before 9:30a.m. But now he was wearing a clean black T-shirt, and faded blue jeans.
His hair, was fixed, in his own way. He no longer held those golden locks he did when they were younger. It was short now, but he still looked good. (A/n: think Ryan Gosling kinda. So hot!)He had taken a shower, she could tell, and shaved too. The scent of his aftershave was present to her. It was still the same from the first time he ever shaved. That's how he was though, classical and always had a little fear of change, but if there were change, he went with it. She also knew, that he, along with her, was a strong believer in fate. That everything happened for a reason. That was what kept them up sometimes, knowing that whenever something bad happened, it did for a reason.
But the thing that caught her attention the most, as it usually did, was his eyes. She was accustomed to taking notice at them first, after all, they were amazing. Were being the key word. They're clouded over, apart of his mask. She couldn't see anything. Nothing but blue.
She got up and made her way over to him. She braced herself, emotionally, unsure of what she should do.
What do you say or do as a greeting to your ex-husband.
Kiss him on the cheek? Shake his hand? Hug him? Or simply just do nothing and smile?
She had to make a decision and fast, because she was already in front of him.
They were both hesitant, both unsure of what to do.
She saw his dull blue eyes watch her carefully, from when she got up to where she was now.
She gave him a soft smile, and to her surprise, got closer to him. She was embraced within a hug. She could feel his warmth, and his scent was stronger now. She relished in it all, as a smile crept onto her face. She missed him in general. But now, she missed how he used to hold her, or even touched her skin.
Ever since they separated they never dared to get close. They were still considered friends, no matter what they did they'd always be there in each other's lives. It was too awkward. The idea that you'd be with that person for the rest of your lives, was all thrown away. It had taken away their innocence, or what little they had as adults, and the thought of ever finding true love. It truly was sad, and especially since they could never be together again. It was gone, all of it gone, and would never come back.
That's what she had always believed, and without a doubt he did too. They were adults, mature, the knew the harsh truth of reality. Unlike their children, who always believed they one day would get back together. But they were kids, still believing in Santa Clause, the Tooth Fairy, Peter Pan, and that anything's possible. Reality never really took a toll on them.
He let go of her, a smile on his face at the feeling of her warmth and kindness coming back.
'Gawd I miss her. It's been too long with out ever hugging her.'
He took a good look at her. She was still beautiful, and she was aging gracefully. Something he knew about her, was that over time she had grown more beautiful, and everyone would agree with him.
She was in business attire, the blazer and pants still showed off her curves. Her black heels, made her slightly taller, but he was still taller than her. And he saw what little makeup she wore, she didn't need it though, she was naturally beautiful. And he saw how her wine colored eyes still held their sparkle, something he was grateful for. As rare as her eye color was, they always held that sparkle, no matter what.
But then he noticed her hair, it was different. Her bangs were jagged, and went up to her eyelid. And her silky auburn hair was still layered, but was now cut to the end of her neck. It was naturally flipped out a little, like it always was. But there was some more color now. Hints of darker red, and a blondish color. All in all, she looked really lovely.
"Sorry we're late. Yoshi couldn't find her coat, but it ended up being in the car." They both laughed, along with the giggles of their children.
"That's okay, I really didn't notice." He lied.
"So how have you been Yamato?" Her voice broke his gaze. He was thankful for that though, hoping that she hadn't caught him staring.
"Fine. Naosuke and I have just been goofing off for awhile. No work for a week." he said, smile still worn.
"That's good. I'd kill for a week off though. Or at least a day." she said, both giving off a light laugh.
She was very busy, as most fashion designers. She worked everyday, whether it meant at home, or at the 'office', which was pretty much everywhere. She traveled quite often though, always taking Yoshiko and/or Naosuke whenever she could. Especially when it was fashion week somewhere, and when she had shows.
"Why don't you? I mean, you're the head Sora. I'm sure you could use some time to yourself."
She let out a sigh. Both smiles faded away.
"I wish I could, but it's not that easy. If anything ever goes out, I have to approve it first. I have to approve everything."
He felt sorry for her now. He remembered how she was always away. Even when she was pregnant, she still made phone calls and had people come over to discuss things. He felt bad for bringing up his week off now.
"I-I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything."
She looked up at him, a soft smile back on.
"No it's okay. You're right. I do need some time off. I've got to see to that."
Then there was silence.
"So, I see you got a haircut? And highlights?" He asked, trying to break the silence.
Looking at him, she showed another one of her sweet smiles.
"Uh, yeah. Yesterday. I actually had time to." she said, laughter added on after. A smile came on his face, almost a grin.
"It looks really good. You look nice with highlights, something new huh?"
She nodded, but he noticed that her eyes fell to the side. And he could of sworn that he saw a tint of pink come upon her cheeks.
"Thanks..." She trailed off, looking back at him, there was that dreaded silence again.
Then he noticed that her eyes began to wander around his apartment. He could only stare at his former wife. Well, more like gazing at her. He smiled to himself at her questioning eyes. She was still as curious as ever.
"You cleaned up...right?" her eyes fell on him, his smile still in bay.
"Yup. With Naos' help of course." He grinned at his son, who grinned back.
She looked down at her son, questioning look still on.
The boy nodded proudly.
"Uh-huh! I cweaned my room, and helped with dee wiving room and dee kitchen!"
She smiled again, and let out a light laugh.
"You really are turning into a big boy!"
Turning her attention back to Yamato, her voice went down a notch.
"So, why the sudden urge to clean the whole house?"
She caught him off guard. What was he to say? He did it subconsciously to impress her? What was there left to do but lie? He hated lying to her, but he didn't want to loose face.
He shrugged, and lied.
"I'm not sure? I guess I just felt like it needed to be clean."
"Oh."
Again, silence.
As much as he didn't really want her to go, he knew it was somewhat of an icebreaker. Not to mention that he couldn't take the small chit-chat, and then silence.
"Um...don't you have to get going now? ...I mean you don't want to be late."
Looking down at her wrist watch, her eyes widen.
"Oh no! You're right, I've get to going! I'm going to be so late!" She exclaimed.
Seeing her panic like this amused him, and he smiled on the inside. Just as she was about to walk right out of the door, she turned her attention back her ex-husband.
"Sorry, but I have to get going." She smiled sheepishly.
He gave her a small smile.
"That's okay."
She turned to her side, and saw her son. She hugged him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Which he did to her.
"Bye Naosuke. Don't give Daddy a hard time, alright?"She let go, and saw the little boy nod.
Turning back, she went over and hugged her daughter.
"Same goes for you, alright?" She nodded, and Sora continued. "Bye Yoshiko. Mommy will come by around 8, so you can spend some more time with your father and brother."
She let go of her too, and turned back to Yamato.
"Bye Yamato. Just call me if you need anything." She said sweetly, with a smile.
"Bye Sora. Don't work too hard."
She gave off a little laugh, smile still on. "I'll try."
Then, she walked out of the door, but got an odd feeling. Chills went up and down her spine. Something was going to happen, it was instinct, and he chills helped her believe that. Brushing it of fro now, she waved good-bye to the three, and Yamato close the door gently behind her.
The soft sound of the radio filled her car. The high-pitched tones of the newest pop song was heard.
Usually she would sing along to the songs. Secretly of course, when no one was around. But just because it was catchy didn't mean she liked it, often she would think the lyrics would be stupid, and horribly written. She somehow always tried to listen to the lyrics rather than the music. She supposed that was something she picked up from him, he was after all a musician.
But instead her ruby eyes were focused on the road, mouth shut, but mind somewhere else. The odd chilling she felt on her back, was on her mind. What had it meant. That last time she ever felt like that was...was when she signed the papers, making it official.
'Something bad's coming, I can feel it. But..but what?'
A sigh came from lips, and she decided once again to brush it off.
'If it happens, then it happens.' thinking apathetically.
What had happened to her. Normally something like this would boggle her mind, and fill her with worry. But now, she could care less. She had changed, and she didn't like it.
He did this to you.
Of course it was easy to blame him, but he did nothing. It was her own fault. Once he left, it felt like there was nothing to care about anymore. Her life was planned out now. She would just try to be a successful mother. Never even thinking about dating, because she could never do that. Even years form now she could imagine herself alone, while all her fiends have someone they care deeply for. And he'd probably be with someone too, he was still handsome and would stay like that for a long time. Not to mention he was the sweetest guy, romantic too, and smart, and funny. And he was always there, whether you needed him to help you with a math problem, or to comfort you over a loss.
Even now she could still count on him. He took care of their kids whenever she was busy.
However, he had faults like everyone else, but she still found him to be perfect.
That reminding her of something her mother used to tell her.
'Instead of trying to find the perfect person, you should try to look for the imperfect person and see how they're perfect.'
It was true, no matter what she did, she would always see him as perfect.
'Damn these feelings! why can't they just go away?! I don't want them, I don't need them!'
Without realizing, tears fell from her eyes. But she didn't close her eyes, or wipe them away. Whenever she cried, she'd never wipe them away. Leaving them on donned a sense of pride to her. She wasn't sure why, but it did. And sometimes there would be someone to wipe them away for her, to hold her.
Who was there now? She was alone, and would always be.
More tears fled form her eyes, like a river they just kept coming our. Her vision blurred, and her eyes even redder, but still her tears remained.
'Keep a hold of yourself Sora! Why are you even crying?! Your strong, just focus on the road!' She commanded herself, but to no avail.
She did something she never had done in her life, and wiped her tears.
She felt ashamed of herself. It seemed trivial, but so important to her. She felt weak, helpless.
Again, it was his fault. He left her to be so vulnerable.
'It wasn't him, it was all me. I caused him to leave. I did this to myself, I'll take the punishment.'
Before she knew it, she was already half way there. Making a turn, she wiped her tears again, but she stopped.
She saw through her mirror, that a truck was being driven wildly in the lane left to hers. He was only about two cars behind, but there was no traffic. He was coming in fast.
Without notice, the black truck switched into her lane. It hit the car behind her, in the back. Doing a domino effect, the car behind hit hers, and she swerved onto the side.
She had hit the pole of a phone line. The car behind her was stuck at her bumper, along with the truck.
She was stuck, she could tell, and would pass out soon. People stopped, and used their cell phones. The police and ambulance coming in quickly.
'This was the feeling. Yoshiko, Naosuke, Yamato...' Her last thoughts.
Before she blacked out, she could hear the faint sounds of sirens. As one more tear fell form her eye, her body grew limp.
A/N: YES! I FINISHED!
So glad, took me forever.
Anyway, when I said I had three story ideas, well now it's four. I plan writing three of them. All sorato!
Man! I had no idea where all that came from. I mean wow. All I planned on writing was that she went Yamato's dropped off her kid, and got in a car crash.
I guess it came form reading the Notebook! Rally good, I advise people who've seen the movie to read it, and if you haven't seen, but read it, then wait for it to come out in DVD or VHS!
Or just go to downtown L.A. and by the bootlegged.
R&r