A/N: I just have to warn you guys here, since this will be the first one (that I'll be presenting, there are probably a couple more) in the bunch. This is one of those sad ones I wrote for Maid-sama, so please don't kill me. ^^" I wrote this while I was… frustrated, sad, alone… because of my pent-up emotions, this became the longest one… Gah, you get it. :P
So anyway. Again, sorry for the late update. Gomen. Been very, very, very busy. And had no internet connection for two weeks. T.T
You and Me
11. gardenia
"It's hard to see the lines we've drawn when we've already crossed them…"
Rain.
She couldn't help but love the rain. Even though the clouds are dark and looming, and the air is freezing cold, giving him a very lonesome feeling, she loves the rain.
Her long fingers tap lightly against the windowpane, creating obscure fingerprints. She spends her time, wastes her time tracing the little droplets trailing down the glass with her innocent hazel eyes that became dull over the passing of time.
The same lifeless eyes that always dart to the poorly lit corner of the room, where something… some very important things to her, close to her heart, stand on the nightstand.
She wastes her time like this, almost every single day.
"The next time I have a chance to be alone with you, I'll take off the battery of my watch… So that time will stop."
One of her eyes twitch at the corny line.
"Yeah, right."
He laughs, his viridian eyes twinkling.
"I'm serious."
"And yet you're laughing."
"But really, Misaki-chan. I want to live the rest of my life with you."
The corner of her lips quirks up slightly.
"…"
…
…
"…that's nice."
There, on the wooden nightstand, is their wedding picture.
The man managed to make her sign a contract, to make her promise to live her life with him till death do they part. The stubborn and annoying man…
But what happened?
As she looks at it now, staring at the smiles on their faces, she wonders what happened to all the promises of living together for the rest of their lives. Those promises are empty now; they don't mean anything anymore. Those promises are now dull, unreal…
Those promises are too good to be true.
He had been lying then, hadn't he?
Beside the wedding picture stands a big vase full of withered flowers.
Gardenias. The flowers she supposedly loves.
Crushed petals are scattered on the nightstand, many of them. Those petals… they once meant very much to her, but they don't mean anything now. Those gardenias are now withered, lifeless…
Looking at them now hurts my eyes.
"Another gardenia?! Really, what are you thinking, giving me this every day?"
He smiles cheekily at her.
"You love them, don't you?"
She looks away, a light blush staining her cheeks.
"I don't remember saying anything like that."
"Hmm, but you don't deny that you do love them."
Touché…
"Usui, you stupid, perverted, outer space alien!"
She narrows her eyes at the wasted flowers on her nightstand, sneering quietly to herself. She goes back to watching the rain, glad that the sky feels the way it does.
Feels the way she does.
It is only fitting, that the world grieves with her. She doesn't want to be the only one who feels lonely, cold and miserable. The world will surely understand why she wastes her time sitting by the window inside her room alone.
But then… maybe she's better off…
Dead…
…?
Her miserable thoughts are cut off suddenly. Her once dull hazel eyes start getting brimmed with tears. Her fingers shake as she places her hands gently against the window.
Her hazel eyes widen in realization.
I've been wasting my time here, letting myself rot in depression. This isn't right. I'm not… I can't be better off…
Dead.
There in their backyard, among the tall grasses in the garden, standing proudly, tall, as if looking up at her from below…
Is a gardenia.
"What, you're falling for me now, aren't you?"
Glare.
"What are you talking about you—"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"That should teach you to keep quiet, pres."
She wipes her lips with the back of her hand, intensifying her glare.
"You think a kiss would suffice?"
He blinks at him, an eyebrow raised.
"…You don't mean…"
She catches on his hidden meaning.
"I didn't mean that! Pervert!"
"And yet you still love me, don't you?"
"…"
She turns quickly to look at the nightstand, her hair swaying along as she does so. She couldn't forget. She shouldn't forget.
She wouldn't forget.
A container stands beside the crushed and withered gardenias, a name engraved to it. On the other side of the container is another picture, that of a man with green eyes, the greenest eyes she will ever come across in this lifetime.
Usui Takumi.
Loving husband and son.
.
.
.
"You shouldn't be so flattered about that."
"So you do."
Rain.
She couldn't help but love the rain. Even though the clouds are dark and looming, and the air is freezing cold, giving him a very lonesome feeling, she loves the rain.
Because through depressing moments like these, she is able to feel his love the most.
A/N: Gomen for killing Usui-sama… :( I hate tragedies, but then… it's reality. Haha. I don't have excuses, you know. All my typing led me to this.
Review. Please and thank you. :)