I just felt like writing this… I was kinda in a depressed mood when I did so and though this didn't rid me of that, I suppose that I feel a little better having shared my depression… The character's name doesn't come in until the end of the fan fic and this is only a one-shot centering on a person's emotions. If you like it, please tell me. If you hate it, don't complain about the 'certain content'. You'll know what I'm talking about when I get to the end. Personally, I have no problem with such things.
He felt the drops run down his cheeks, each one tracing a short path down to the tip of his chin before splattering onto the ground. Though the young boy didn't know, later on in life he would make that sorrowful trail permanent.
His small hand clenched about the stems of the yellow flowers he had so meticulously drawn from the earth. He'd picked each one after carefully examining it, making sure that his bouquet would be perfect; the perfect gift for the perfect person. The flowers had never even left his hand.
Angrily, the flowers were thrown to the ground, a child's heel crushing them right after as the ache in his chest grew almost unbearable. After a moment, he knelt down and took them up once more, holding them tenderly. He cradled them in his arms, sobbing and rocking back and forth.
Where had he gone wrong? What had he done wrong? He didn't understand the reaction the other had given him in response to his present. He'd dressed in his very best and had rehearsed for hours before he'd confronted the other on the edge of the village, where the sakura trees were in bloom. Despite all of his preparations, he had failed, the other had rejected him.
What had been the reason behind the look of disgust and the eyes that were suddenly filled with hatred? All the boy had done was confess his feelings. What was wrong with that? He saw all the other boys do it to the people they'd liked and they had always been accepted, not insulted and hurt.
"Why doesn't he like me!" he howled, clapping his hands over his eyes as the tears flowed even more quickly. "Why doesn't he like me…?"
The other just hadn't understood him. No one seemed to understand Jakotsu.
That's it. Thank you for reading.
