Okydoke, the spin- the- bottle one shot made the balance of writing tip way too far over, so I gotta write something angsty. Here it goes.
Do you know me?
Do you really?
I'm watching you right now. You know I'm here, but you don't look at me. You don't meet my eyes. Do you ever?
Her fingers intertwine themselves in your pure white hair, and pangs of jealously flash through my stomach. I ignore them, I'm very good at it by now. They come every time you smile at her, every time she touches you. I want you to smile at me. I want to know your touch.
But it's not my place.
It will never be my place.
Your heart will always belong to her.
She was here first, she took your heart before I even knew you existed. I didn't have a chance, but so long as you're happy, as long as she never hurts you, I won't say a word.
I'll stay here, quietly watching.
Watching, and hoping that some day you will love me the way you love her.
The way you think you love her.
But you really do, don't you?
You can't help it.
I can't imagine the happiness she must bring you, simply by refusing to hate you.
Because everyone did, didn't they?
A look of sadness steals across my face. I don't realize until her brown eyes flick to me. Hastily I try to cover it up, to look away, anything at all. She doesn't buy it.
"Sango, are you all right?"
Putting a false smile across my face, I nod.
"Never better," I tell her. "Never better."
She's satisfied with this answer, I doubt you even heard it.
But you never had eyes for me, did you?
Yup. Short but bitter. Tell me if it sucks or I'll be forced to write more, okay?