I do not own anything, including The Voice. I've been forgetting to kill of Yoru, but every time when I tried to write it, it always killed me as well. How can I kill off one of my favorite characters?
"Amu, you haven't been yourself for a while now. We've been on a lot of dates these past weeks, but you have been growing more and more distant. Sometimes, I feel like you're not even there." My purple haired, ever-so-faithful boyfriend opined.
I knew he was very concerned about me, but how could I tell him my heart's worries, especially since it was his brother? I had been trying to forget Ikuto and look at Yoru as my heart's only man, but forgetting Ikuto was like forgetting my heart and soul. Besides, Yoru reminded me too much of Ikuto.
"Sorry, Yoru. Where were we?" I threw on a smile and placed my hand on his to reassure him. We were seated in the café we always visited. I never grew tired of it; Suu always surprised me with something different. Today, it was a cinnamon apple latte in this chilly weather.
"I was asking you, if you'd like to leave your weekend open." He recovered easily and slipped on a plain smile. "I wanted to take you somewhere."
"Isn't that day your birthday? Hmmm, I wonder if I do have my calendar open for that day. Isn't there The Voice rerun running on TV?" I joked, hoping to lighten the mood. I succeeded. His signature Cheshire grin usurped that joke of a smile and reclaimed his throne.
"Well, we'll never know, now will we? You aren't just about to leave me hanging on my birthday," Yoru emphasized as if daring me.
"I don't know, Yoru. I mean it's the Voice." I sucked in a breath as if this was the hardest struggle in my life.
"My birthday." He emphasized once again. He and I just smiled there for a second, knowing that we were once again like the usual us.
"Ugh, Fine." I tried to sigh like a martyr, but a giggle escaped my lips.
"Thanks, Jesus, you're such a martyr." He sarcastically remarked.
"I like to consider myself more like a Joan of Arc." I ran along with his joke. He and I just stared at each other for a moment, before we both started cracking up. We were both dorks and laughed with each other; that's what made him the greatest friend ever.
"God, do I love you, Amu." Yoru said with the most loving smile. As my smile fell, his gaze did as well. I tried to smile back at him to reassure him, but he just shook his head and sighed. Good going, Idiot! You just had it to.
"I'm sorry, Yoru. The idea's still getting to me, but I think it's coming along." I tightened my hold on his hand, but in response, he retracts his hand away.
"Thinking or hoping that it comes?" He looked at me with such a contagious broken look. As a friend, it pained me that he hurt.
"Yoru." I say his name, but words fail me. If I were to speak right now, the words wouldn't be in his favor nor mine.
"Let's meet tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon at the usual place." He left with that, as his back remained tense the whole way.
I hurt Yoru severely. If there was one thing I knew, it would be that I had to break up with Yoru. If I were to continue with this charade, it would only be hurting us both. I tried to forget Ikuto. Believe me I tried and tried, yet I couldn't. If I were to leave Yoru now, at least he would have found a good girl who would treasure him and be deserving of his love. If-… There was so much if's, and not enough when's.
There was no doubt about it. I had to break up with Yoru tomorrow.
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