"Agh," he rolled over to the over side of their bed. It was her side. "Hmm? Shiro, where are you?" he mumbled as he sat up. He rubbed the sleep away from his eyes.

2:00am his alarm clocked flashed.

The silver haired man sighed. He needed a drive. He grabbed his keys, jotting a note for the others.

"Damn woman, I can't believe I let you leave," Emerald eyes watered. "You are too good for me, after all I put you through," he muttered.

Memories flew into his mind.

"Dammit Shiro! No I can't go I have to protect Juudiame and you know that!" he yelled. He always yelled.

"But, Hayato, it's my si-sister's funeral," she spoke calmly, though not without a stutter or two.

"You were way too good for me," ha had finally got to the park, their park. He brought his smokes, he needed them at times like these. "Way to good, you were such a good girl after all," he puffed. "Geez! I never though I would be this lonely without you," he whispered to the stars. "Maybe I should be called, Mr. Lonely."

~Owari

You guys like angst right? 'Cause heres some. Hope you like it.