This is my first RyoSaku fic, in fact, my first PoT fic. So be kind. PoT characters are in their mid-twenties.

Prologue

12 year old Sakuno waited patiently under the sakura tree, just outside the school. The earlier part of the day had been hectic. After all, it was White Day today, the day where the boys who received valentines from their sweethearts or admirers returned the favour.

It was common knowledge that Sakuno had given her only handmade box of chocolates to the snarky brat, commonly known as 'Ryoma-sama'. Sakuno preferred to call him Ryoma-kun. It sounded nicer, more closer to the heart.

Her heart, to be more specific.

She had been exhilarated when she opened her locker in the morning to find a clumsily written note, 'Meet me at the sakura tree after school'. It did not take her long to figure out who wrote it because she was very familiar with that scrawl.

And so she waited.

Just then,a familiarfigureappeared with his trademark cap.Looking around and making sure no one was around, he walked towards her.

"Sorry, some girls were pestering me." He explained. She merely shook her head and smiled, indicating she understood.

"Err…" He fumbled around in his bag and took out a small package. "This is for you. Happy White Day."

Their fingertips touched as she took it from him and simultaneously, both blushed at the same time. "Arigatou, Ryoma-kun." She murmured as she fingered the small, white box. A soft wind blew and suddenly, Ryoma bent to kiss her on the cheek.

She looked at him, startled, her face flushed.

"Wait for me, will you?" He asked.


Sakuno waited patiently for the young tennis prodigy to grow up. He left Seigaku at 16 to pursue his dream of going pro. He won his first title at 17 and never looked back then. And in the process, he seemed to have forgotten everything else, including her.

Sakuno took out the box he had given her, still kept in its pristine white condition and opened it. She took out a ring and looked at it. The ring was a plain one, made out of 925 silver but nonetheless, came with a deep meaning.

He had asked her to wait for him, and she did. But it seemed like he did not care anymore. Sure, there were the occasional phone calls and emails. They went out together wherever he was back in Japan. He even gave her the keys to his apartment but she found it meaningless because it was always empty. He took her silence for a consent to continue his career for a 'little while longer', not knowing that it was not in her nature to voice out her deepest thoughts.

But at 27, Sakuno was tired. Tired of waiting for the man she loved to love her back.

Her mind made up, she put the box on top of the note she had written in her fine handwriting, and left the keys besides it.

She walked out of the apartment and closed the door quietly. A final click showed the door was locked and without looking back, she turned and walked on, quietly shutting the door to her heart.


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