A/N: I'm so, so sorry for the previous crap chapter. Ugh, I regret posting it. Anyway, I'm trying to make up for it with this chapter. I'm sorry it's been ages since I last posted. I've been busy, and I've been in a bad place.

Happy new year everyone! I'm going to try to update more this year, I know I said that last year, but I'm determined to try this year. I became very depressed last January, the most I've ever been. I'm working hard on getting better this year, I'm not taking my antidepressants (a little bit stupid, but if I get worse I'm going straight back to the doctor). ADs made me fat, I put on 3 stone so quickly and weight keeps piling on no matter what I do, it's making me miserable. I have counselling at uni, since I haven't been coping. I'm on a waiting list for counselling elsewhere, a service that specialises in victims of abuse. The waiting list is really long, and I might still be waiting for several months.

I promise, as soon as I'm better, I'll update regularly. I wrote a story a few years ago, and I updated it every day. I don't think I'll be able to do that again, but I hope I can do something like it. Maybe every three days or something. I love this story so much, and I want to finish it.

I frown as I stare at the headline. Of course, I was caught.

There, glaring straight at me, are the words: "Akira Hanakawa leaving Itachi Uchiha's apartment last night before his big day!".

I lock my phone, throwing it onto my bed. I forget the words and proceed to get ready.

Today is the day, the day I lose Itachi forever. I'd rather not remember, and I'd rather forget.

I throw on a pair of black skinny jeans, and a plain black t-shirt. I grab my bag, my car keys, abandoning my phone on my bed. I don't need it. I don't want to see the articles later. I don't want to see him happy with a girl that's not me. I don't care if it's fake. I don't care if he doesn't love her like how he once loved me. It will be all-too convincing, and I can't handle it.

I feed Kyoko, before escaping my flat.

I climb into my car, shoving the keys into the ignition. I twist them, and the car grumbles to life. I throw my bag onto the passenger seat, and leave the car park.

I could walk to my parents' house, but there's a chance paparazzi will come after me. I don't want the questions, not today. Especially not today.

I grip the steering wheel tightly, I need to keep my mind off today. The short drive is over too-soon, I turn the engine off, and grab my bag. I slam the car door shut and lock the car. I walk up to the front door of my parents' house and I open it. I walk up the stairs, into my parents' house.

"Akira!" My younger sister, Rin, exclaims as she pulls me into a hug. I wrap my arms around her smaller frame. "You didn't tell me! How could you?" She pulls out of the hug and presses her hands onto my shoulders. Her warm brown eyes stare into mine, her eyebrows pushing together.

"Tell you what? About last night? Nothing happened, Rin. He rejected me." I say quickly. Can she drop it? I don't want it rubbed in my face any more than it already has.

"No! But yes, tell me about that later. You made Tsubaki break up with Itachi!" My heart flutters in my chest. My breath gets caught in my throat. She's joking, she's definitely joking.

"No, no that wouldn't have happened." I say in disbelief.

"No, it happened." Rin pulls her phone out, and she shows me the article.

"Itachi and Tsubaki broke up! Itachi is left at the altar!"

I push the phone away from me.

"No." I say, my voice barely a whisper.

"Sis, a representative of Tsubaki said that she felt humiliated that Itachi would betray her the night before their wedding. She honestly thought that something happened."

"But nothing happened. I confessed, and he shut me down, slamming the door in my face." I admit. I fold my arms over my chest. "It wasn't real. Regardless of whether something did happen, they weren't a real couple. It was a set-up." Rin's jaw drops.

"Wait... what? What the f- Hell! How could you keep that from me?" She shakes me. I push her arms off my body.

"I'm guessing mum didn't tell you then." I say meekly.

"You told mum and not me?! You're an awful sister." Rin folds her arms across her chest and she shakes her head.

"It doesn't matter. They weren't an item."

"I'm guessing she had feelings for him, and that she knew of his feelings for you." Rin says. Her arms fall to her sides. "Either way, this is a good thing. They're not married, and Itachi is newly single for you."

"It doesn't matter, he doesn't love me anymore. He moved on. Regardless, I would have never been accepted by his family. It wouldn't have worked."

"He fell for you once, he'd fall for you again. Please, Aki. Don't give up."

"Rin, it won't work. Things are better this way. I'm going to go see mum and dad, are they in the shop?"

"Aki, don't. Go find him, win him back."

"Rin, no. I can't." I shake my head. I walk past her, making my way downstairs to see my parents.

I browse the vegetable aisle of the supermarket, a basket in hand. I pick up a bag of carrots, and place them in the basket, before wandering down the aisle.

"Akira Hanakawa." I turn my head, my eyes focusing on a tall man dressed in an expensive suit with spikey black hair, black eyes, and a very familiar face. Sasuke Uchiha, Itachi's younger brother. I've only seen him a handful of times at work, I've never spoken to him. He doesn't attend work dinners either, I don't know why.

"Oh, hello. Is there something you need?" I reply. I notice the cold look in his eyes, and it reminds me far too much of Itachi's expression a few nights ago.

"Yes. I need to know why you hurt my older brother." He snaps. My eyes widen.

"What? I – I don't think I hurt him. I didn't intend to break him and Tsubaki up, that wasn't my intention at all. I just had to tell him the truth."

"The truth?"

"Yeah. I never told him how I felt, and I couldn't let him marry Tsubaki thinking that I never loved him. He rejected me, he slammed the door in my face. Nothing happened between us. It wasn't my intention for them to break up, I didn't want that to happen." I reply. Why is Sasuke so angry with me? Did he think that I went to Itachi's with malicious intentions?

"Thank you." Sasuke walks off and I stare at his back in confusion. What the Hell was that all about?

Is Itachi hurt? Is he hurt that Tsubaki left him? That was my fault, so that must be it.

But what if Itachi was lying when he said he moved on?

I push the thoughts out of my mind and continue shopping, ignoring the whole encounter with Sasuke.

I sing quietly as I prepare dinner, the encounter in the shop hot on my mind. Questions circling my mind. I talked to Yuki about it when I got home, and she thought it was odd too.

The doorbell rings, and I place the knife down on the side and switch the stove off. I wipe my hands on my jeans as I walk over to and open the front door.

Stood in front of me is Itachi. His appearance is dishevelled, and he's slightly swaying on the spot.

"Are you drunk?" I ask immediately, before stepping to the side and allowing him to stumble into my flat. He doesn't reply, and I shut the door closed. He sits down on my sofa and I stare at him.

"You should know, Sasuke spoke to me earlier." His voice is slurred. His eyes wander around the room, sometimes staying still for a few seconds.

"Yeah, he spoke to me earlier too. I think he was angry with me." I reply. I sit down tentatively near him.

"He told me I should forgive you."

"Itachi, I'm sorry. I didn't intend for Tsubaki to break up with you." I apologise. Itachi stops looking around the room, settling his gaze on me.

"I lied when I said I moved on. Akira I – I love you. I've been in love with you this whole time, I never stopped."

"Itachi, you're really drunk." I stand up and walk over to him. I gently grab his arm and coax him into standing up.

"Are you kicking me out?" He asks. I shake my head.

"No, I couldn't kick you out in this state. I'm putting you to bed. We can talk tomorrow morning when you've sobered up." I say. He stands up, and slumps against me. Embracing me in an awkward hug.

"You're so nice, Akira-chan." He slurs. I push his arms off me and step away from him.

"Come on, you can sleep in my bed." I try not to let his words sink in, I'll only be hurt tomorrow morning when he admits that he hates me and bolts. I lead him to my room and pull back the covers. He climbs into my bed and pulls my covers over himself. "The toilet is through that door there, please try not to puke in my bed." I say, and he nods. He smiles at me. I exit the room, shutting the door behind me.

I clear up the kitchen, before laying down on the sofa. I stare up at the ceiling and let my thoughts consume me, trying desperately to ignore the fact that Itachi is in my bed, until I drift off into sleep.

I sit up on the sofa as the sounds of movement wakes me. I turn around to see Itachi in my kitchen, cooking food. It's an odd sight, something I never thought I'd ever see.

When he notices me staring at him, he smiles at me. "I'm sorry I woke you."

I stand up and make my way to the kitchen, taking everything from his hands and taking over.

"I'm sorry, I sleep in late. Don't worry, I'll finish cooking. You just sit down and relax. Have you had something to drink?" I say, each word rushing out of my mouth in quick succession.

Itachi laughs. "Yeah, I helped myself to a glass, I hope you don't mind."

"No, no. It's fine." Once the food is cooked, I place the bowls down on the table and I sit down opposite him. We help ourselves to the food in front of us.

"Did you sleep well?" I ask him and he nods.

"Yeah, I did. Thank you. I'm sorry for my behaviour last night, and I'm sorry you slept on the sofa."

"It's fine, I couldn't let you sleep on the sofa in your state. More importantly, how are you feeling?"

"Rough, but I'll be fine." We eat in silence for a few minutes. "I meant what I said last night."

I stare at him.

"I've forgiven you and I'm sorry for hurting you." He admits. "I'm sorry I lied. I lied when I told you I moved on." Our eyes meet, and my heart begins to beat erratically in my chest. "Akira, I love you. I hope you can forgive me, and I hope we can start over."

I nod. "I'm sorry I wasn't honest from the very beginning. I'm sorry for hurting you. I love you, and I'd love for us to start fresh."