A/N: This is Moroi Mikomi again! I hope all you readers have liked everything so far- Kurai has been writing much more than me lately, I don't know if I can keep up with her or not! Well, this drabble is entitled "Myrtle," which means "love in absence; remembrance." It's also a Hebrew emblem of marriage. There are no spoilers, so feel free to read ahead!
Disclaimer: I don't own fruits-basket.
Myrtle
"Well, the baby is completely healthy. You seem to be about five months along."
"That's great! So, what my husband and I want to know is….well, Hatori-san, will I be giving birth to a boy or a girl?" She looked up so hopefully at me. I knew what she wanted to hear. . . she had told me too many times before. Thankfully, I didn't have to disappoint her.
"In four months, you should both be the new parents of a baby girl."
"Oh!" she cried. She clapped her hands to her mouth in a shy, innocent sort of way. I didn't mind. . .so long as she was happy.
"Yes. Congratulations, Kana-san."
She turned around and hugged her husband. And while they experienced eternal bliss, I was left to stand there, staring at what seemed like a picture. A motion picture that somehow seemed wrong, seemed backwards.
That…could have been you.
"Thank-you, Hatori-san, but we shouldn't take up any more of your time." She smiled, shook my hand, and disappeared, out the door and of reach.
That should have been you there!
I stood there, my arm still extended. Staring at the door, I sighed and finally gave up. As I walked back to my desk, I grabbed a small, velvety black box out of the top drawer.
"You'll never know again, Kana," I said as I opened the tiny package. The golden band easily tumbled into my hand, and I pressed it to my lips. "You'll never know…how much…I still love you."
A/N: So, what did you think? Please review!