NEVER ENDING
Author's Note:
Another RyoSaku one shot from me…. Oh well, this one is tragic, so don't say that I haven't warned you!
I know I suck in romance, but please read it!
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT.
It all began from a walk.
He was walking her home from school, for her grandmother couldn't give her a ride. HE was the one who was forced to accompany Sakuno Ryuzaki. And he was also the young prince of tennis, Ryoma Echizen.
'Such an amusing job,' he snorted inwardly. He never wanted this, for lately, every time he went near to this certain long-haired girl, the speed of the beating of his heart seemed to double up until he wouldn't wonder if someone nearby could hear its sound.
He didn't know why, and certainly, he didn't bother to find out.
A shame really, for suddenly, he found the answer too late.
The truck was coming toward him. He knew he wouldn't make it, and he felt an overwhelming sense of loss seeping into his mind. A loss of life.
Then he heard someone called him, shouting, "Ryoma-kun!"
He knew that someone.
That person pushed him out of the way of the truck. He fell on the side of the road, wincing when his body hit the hard surface.
Everything exploded in a bright white light, and then darkness swallowed him.
"WHAT! Echizen was hit by a truck while he was walking the coach's granddaughter home!"
"Be quiet, or he may wake up. It seemed that Sakuno, Ryuzaki-sensei's granddaughter saved him."
"Is she alright?"
There was silence.
Ryoma, who was wide-awake for long and had been hearing the whole discussion, suddenly spoke up—his voice wavering without him realizing, "Answer Momo-senpai's question, Oishi-senpai."
There were several murmurs of shock, yet it was Eiji who replied him, "She…she didn't make it, Ochibi… But we know that it wasn't your fault…"
Yet he didn't hear anything after that. One sentence rang in his mind, playing in an endless loop.
"She didn't make it…."
Therefore, here I stand, staring at your tomb. They are decorated with many flowers, and I feel my heart throbs upon seeing this scene. I know that it was the truck's irresponsible driver fault, yet I simply can't stop from blaming myself. Will you forgive me, Sakuno?
I turn to leave. I am leaving to America today. How long has it been since that accident? Two years? Three years? Yet still I can't push you out of my mind. I only can pray for some miracle to happen, don't I?
Mada mada dane, Ryuzaki Sakuno. Sayonara. This is a never ending sayonara, you know?
Oh, and this is also a never ending true sentence:
I love you.
THE END
A little strange, but I love writing this, especially the Ryoma's part. Too fast in the plot, but I HAVE to make it short, for it is my bedtime already. What do you think?
R&R!
Celon Ierith