The feeling that she felt could only be described in one word.

Betrayal.

He promised her, Minato promised. But it seemed as if that didn't matter. He had a girlfriend now, so nothing mattered. It wouldn't change the fact that she spent hours up in her room, crying her heart out- that didn't matter, his promise didn't matter. He didn't care that her heart shattered every time he walked by with her hanging off his arm like some sort of trophy, or when their lips connected every so often in public. It didn't matter that whenever he saw his word whisper the three words that she used to hear, her world came crashing down.

None of it mattered- he didn't care. It seemed as if he mocked her.

They made eye contact, the three of them did. He looked into her desolate eyes and nodded his head on occasion in recognition. Yuko, that god forsaken girl always gave her a smug look as she pressed her body closer to his. She ran it through her head that maybe he forgot the promise, that maybe he lost some of his memories, the one's he said were most precious to him, but over time, she started to believe that he really did remember, but he just didn't want her anymore, that he didn't miss the 'Yukari' rolled off his lips. Did she do something wrong?

She would like to think that she hadn't. She did nothing but stay by his side the whole year and a half he was in the hospital, nothing but sit by his side and hold onto his hand and wait for him to wake up. She would tell him stories, or how her day went, or even sing to him. He did wake up, but she wasn't there. Yuka was there.

She told him it was here that was there the whole time, that he sang him songs, that she was the one who had faith that he would wake up from his Coma,that Yukari didn't show up once. It was the other way around. Yukari didn't lose faith, Yuko did. But how could an amnesiac know the difference when he awoke from his Coma screaming the out "Yu-...!"

It was weird how fate worked.

Maybe he did believe her, maybe he didn't, but it was too late.

One night when she heard a muffled knock on her door, she scrambled out of bed and attempted to rid her face of the wetness that became the norm. Her steps were slow as she sniffled slightly. She barely had time to open the door fully before a grey clad figure rushed into her room and pulled her into their arms.

"It was you. You were the one I used to love, you were the one that was there for me." His voice was small, soft as he spoke into her ear.

The tears decided to flow, this time for a different reason. The words she'd been dying to hear were finally spoken, and the person the wanted more than life itself said them to her. His hands were clumsy as they made their way up to her face, resting at her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Yukari..."

His hands were shaking as he closed his eyes, looking down slightly before he brought his lips to hers in a fury of emotions. Their tears mixed together as they both kissed the one they loved, the pain they've felt over the span of over a year in a half gone.

EDIT- Okay, so the Chapter was revised and hopefully a little less confusing. If it still is, then let me know exactly what makes it confusing so I can work on it. And as I've aid before, thank you for reviewing and sticking around, even though the drabbles are extremely short and not quite satisfying. Leave Ideas for topics to write on, and I will be sure to get to them in time.