Her, with the horrible nightmare
Summary: He caused her all this trouble, her nightmare, but she didn't hate him. Instead, she accepted her fate…
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She wept. It was all her fault. She shouldn't have met him, been friends with him, love him. It was a crime to do so. It resulted in her friends, and her schoolmates ridiculing her, and despising her. It was all because of one mistake- she had harbored feelings for her ex, her former best friend, Sesshoumaru.
He had betrayed her, told everybody about her feelings after she had confessed. Not that he cared. He had broken her mind, and it was between the midst of insanity and suicide now.
She had met him while they were in their first year of high school. She found him under the sakura tree, escaping from his fan girls, sleeping. Naturally, she waited until he woke up. Thinking that she was another annoying girl trying to get a hold of him, he ignored her.
Slowly, they became best friends. He might've been oblivious to the surroundings, but nobody knew, expect her, that she loved him.
One day, while they were in college, she confessed to him. How she loved him. That time, he had a girlfriend, and she remained single. He had the audacity to kiss her, make her believe that he liked her too, but then threw her away like a rag doll, and told everyone about her little secret. Everybody, even some of her best friends, laughed at her, mocked her, imitated her. The rest of her life in college became a horrible nightmare.
It was like Cinderella or Snow White. She got bullied. Death notes, chain letters came to her by the dozen. Water got poured onto her and she got picked on endlessly. Nevertheless, her best friends, Sango and Miroku, stood by her all the way. They didn't mind that they were hanging out with an outcast. But one day, her life just went into hell.
Sango was killed on the way walking to Miroku's house. The news of her passing away was like a death challenge to Miroku. He lost every inch of his sanity, became a maniac, and refused to eat, sleep or bathe. One day, he snapped the line that controlled his life, and committed suicide.
That was three years ago. Now, as she lied on the bed, she still wondered why he did that. Why he betrayed all of them. And why Sango had died. Why Miroku committed suicide. Everything didn't make sense to her. It was like she was in a world of her own. Sometimes, she wished she could be alone, in her dark sanctuary, void of the world, of him.
She couldn't help not avoiding him. He was everywhere- the newspapers, internet, etc… He was too famous for his own good. Women came flocking to him by the tens and hundreds. They all wanted him, and all the men wanted to be like him. Yet, she couldn't help the mutual feeling. She wanted him too.
Sometimes she wished that he would take back his words and choke on them. Now, she almost hated him. She couldn't bear to. He was too precious to her; she couldn't let him go, even when he had done so much damage, so much injury to her.
At night, she convinced herself that he was kidding her. One day, he would come knocking on her door, saying that it was all a joke, and that he loved her, he would marry her, and would never let her go. Sometimes she told herself that it was just wishful thinking on her part.
She was oh-so wrong…
She was walking to work. Apparently, she was "too poor" to get a car, if you'd consider too poor to own a bungalow for a house. This was her life; walking to work, working, break, working, walk back home, sleep. It was like a life cycle, going on and on without change. Who knew that the change would appear so soon…
He didn't know why he did that. Why he broke her heart. He always knew that he loved her; just that he was too shy to admit it. She was, after all, his best friend. He had been surprised when she confessed her love to him. He wanted to shout that he loved her too, but his arrogance got the better of him. He kissed her, and then, told everybody how she confessed to him. Her life had become a nightmare, and the cause of it was him.
The guilt felt terrible as he watched her get tortured on endlessly, sometimes dragging her friends Miroku and Sango with her. They didn't seem to mind, and continued their school life with a kind of peace that left everyone to hate them more.
Now, three years later, he currently owned Lightning Corps, the most popular phone company in Japan, and hot in demand. He met lots of women throughout the years, but none appealed to him, expect Kagome. He heard a girl mutter as she walked past him that he was too famous for his own good. Now, he understood what she meant. Media flocked to him like women, and men were jealous of him, of his perfection.
One day, as she walked towards her office, briefcase swinging in hand, skirt 'floating' up and down, she stopped and her briefcase fell as she saw a man in a suit looking at her. His name was Sesshoumaru. Her dream had come true. He rushed to her, held her, and whispered to her that he was sorry. He had been in love with her all along, but was too arrogant to admit it. He was afraid that he would leave her, after all the time they had been separated.
She kissed him.
Now, she was the sectary of the boss of Lightning Corps, and the wife of the boss. Life would never be the same…
End!!
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