WARNING: This is indeed my suckiest chapter yet. So sorry.
Harley walked in the next morning, smiling fiercely. She'd done it. She'd pulled it off. He was proud of her. He laughed as he saw the lumpy figure sleeping in Miana's bed start to move. Soon she turned over and Harley silently sat on the other side of the bed, waiting for her to fully become conscious. He twiddled his thumbs in a bored manner, until he saw a white card on Yumi's night stand. He grabbed and read through it. Yumi sat up to the sound of his voice.
"You're going, aren't you?" He asked, flipping the card over to read the other side. Yumi sat and looked over at him, her eyes instantly glued to the thing in his hand. She shook her head.
"No. No way. I can't." Harley looked at her, obtaining his puppy face.
"Oh come on, it'll be fun. I'll go with you. We can dress up and act like a couple and. . .please?" Yumi sighed and swatted at him with a pillow. He lunged back at her. As he leaned over her, his shirt can across her bare stomach (think sports bra or halter here. She's not bare breasted!) She gasped and was pulled from reality and pulled back to the night she had last been with Ulrich.
In truth, Yumi had left because she was tired. Tired of school and Xana and her and Ulrich's relationship being so rocky. And after the last fight they had, she'd decided she couldn't take it any longer. Yumi was sick of being mad at Ulrich, she was sick of the way he looked at her when Sissy was around. She was starting to believe that they had gotten together behind her back. So she packed, in the middle of the night, taking every last picture Ulrich and she had of her and them together. Though her heart told her not to, her brain lead her thinking and she shut off all emotion, letting her heart grow cold as she packed away everything she owned. She stuffed the pictures in a duffle back and threw it into her car. They didn't mean much to her now.
And then she began on clothes, filling trash bags until she could see the back wall of her closet. The last item of clothing she had decided against hastily throwing in the back. Yumi put it on and inhaled the aroma it gave off. It was Ulrich's sweatshirt and it smelled like his cologne. The young, heart broken girl looked back once more at her now-bare apartment and felt her heart break. Then, without glancing back, she left the city at dawn, buying the first ticket to America. She made a silent promise she would never return.
Yumi gathered her things and loaded them onto a train and she laughed in spite of herself at the glares she got as she carried trash bags down the isle. She didn't know where she was going. She didn't know what she was doing. She was just. . .going, doing. And by random choice, she had decided she would go to a city called "Los Angeles". It was there she met Lyle. She had been made into a star before the year had ended.
But then, one rainy night in September, Yumi found herself at the edge of concrete stairs. She smiled softly. The old hag claimed landlord had remodeled. She liked it. Yumi stared up, only the street corner light lighting her path. It was raining, the rain dripping from the cloudy and black sky. Yumi climbed the stairs and then gripped the railing, sleek from the water.
She braced herself, watching as the rain fell off her face and sailed to the ground below. Yumi sighed and then shoved off the rod and she knocked on the familiar door she hadn't seen in almost twelve months. She smiled and knocked on the door, silently amused that the six of sixteen was flipped around to show a nine. She smiled as the door opened, exposing a wide-eyed Ulrich. His mouth hung open.
"Yumi?" He asked, stepping towards her. She folded her hands around his neck and kissed him, passionately. She had waited for this for so long. He was shocked at first, but then quickly kissed back.
"Where were you? You were on the news, you're parents, they-." Yumi scoffed.
"Shut up." She replied, a smirk on her face. He picked her up and Yumi gasped. She was unaware of Ulrich's new strength. He laughed and carried her inside, away to his room. She was back home.
Yumi tossed and turned in the bed she and Ulrich were sharing and she turned in the direction of the nightstand. There, on it, was a picture of Sissy and him, Sissy sitting on his lap in Paris. Yumi sat up and grabbed the picture, looking at it closely, studying it. It really was the two of them and Ulrich looked. . .happy. Under the picture inscribed was the year "2009". It was this year. Yumi knew then that she had made a mistake. She shouldn't have come back. She would ruin his happiness. He had gotten over her and she. . .not so much.
So silently and in the early hours of the morning, she regained herself, and then, without waking the man she loved, kissed his forehead, then disappeared once again, back into the lonely world. She was a hundred miles from the city when she was found missing.
When Ulrich awoke, he smiled and turned to face Yumi. He was alarmed to find her missing. The other side of the bed where she should've been looked as if no one had been there. It was still made. Ulrich shot up and out of the bed and ran through his apartment looking for her. But she was gone. And slowly, as the days dwindled on, Ulrich started to wonder if she had really ever been there at all.
A/N: Okay, so I had a much better, more juicier and smoother to read version, but I don't know what happened to it. I think it was in a notebook my boyfriend threw away. . . damn. But anyway. I hope it didn't suck too bad. So review my pretties!