Lonely Love: Chapter 4
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"To late. It's too late, Tokiya-kun."
"Nani--?"
"She's gone. She left to France an hour ago."
He screamed in frustration.
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So now it's time to let go -
Say good-bye to the horrible past, as unforgettable it
is.
Moving on is my only choice of survival; I can't live
forever
in a memory of deceit. They say letting go is the hardest, but it is
the
only hope.
I can't let the past continue to haunt me -
I can't let you continue to haunt me. Even if I really
do
love you.
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She changed.
She changed so much.
That was all she could think about as she looked around
her
homeland. After her two years in France, she changed so much. Saicho
was
also, but everyone changes when they go away. It's like starting over. A
new beginning.
A way to forget the past.
The past was a dreadful thing, but she was able to deal
with
it. Letting go was a wonderful thing to do. She sighed, holding the
worn,
tattered book in her hand.
'Gone With the Wind.'
But holding on to certain things was also good.
She looked around, pulling the luggage cart with her, as
she stretched out her arm, her hand still firmly holding the book, to
call
a taxi.
Now it was another new start.
Or was a sequel to yesterday's end?
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Black.
That's how he always ordered his coffee.
Black.
Just like his heart.
He shrugged that off. It had been so long since so much
had
happen to him, and he was finally having a steady life. Or so it
seemed.
He never brought himself to date another person. It wasn't because he
was
traumatized over Anna, but, rather, the memory of what he could had
have
with Fuuko, was still flourishing in his mind.
'I wonder what she's doing in France.' He sipped the
coffee,
as he looked down the office building, onto the busy streets. It
wasn't
as if he hadn't tried to find her. He had flown to France, but he
didn't
know where to start.and so, he gave up. He let go of Fuuko, knowing
that
at least she would be happy.
Happy with some one else.
And so he had come back to Tokyo, his heart broken
forever.
It would take only one incredibly strong woman to mend it back up. Only
one person could do it.
'Fuuko.'
He sighed, and reminisced. These two years have been
very
productive to him, now that he took his head out of romance. He was but
the CEO of a large corporation that
was absolutely booming. He sighed, his eyes looking down once more, as
he
watched a taxi disappear into the dust.
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Although she wanted to drown herself with in the
deepness
of her blankets, she had to report her job. She was the boss anyways.
She
had met a wonderful designer,
Michirure Harurodu, who also was accepted to the internship. She had
left
a couple months before hand, and decided to open up a business with her
help.
She looked up at the building and grinned.
This was going to be fun after all.
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It was boring.
Completely, absolutely, boring.
That was all he had to say.
He sat listening to this Michirure something-or-another
talk
to him about how investing would help, as he just nodded his head and
fumbled
with the pen in his hand, as
something caught his attention as she talked.
"My partner. Internship. Kirisawa. Kirisawa."
He took a deep sharp breath.
"Kirisawa?"
The blond haired lady nodded, "Hai, my partner also was
in
the internship as I was, although she should be in Japan today or
tomorrow,
her name is Kirisawa. Fuuko, Kirisawa."
His blood drained, his eyes looked at her.
"Fuuko?"
She nodded.
The pen fell down onto the desk as he simply said, "I'm
in
with your project."
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Michirure was not there.
She took a deep breath, deciding to go back home so that
she could get some rest. With a pen, she wrote a note and gave it to
her
friend's secretary, telling her to the note to Michirure. With that,
she
left. Since the right elevator door refused to open as she went to the
left.
The door closed.
The right elevator opened.
Tokiya had missed her.
Just by a second.
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She flopped into her condo, ever so happy that Michirure
had took out the time to get it for her, so she had somewhere to stay.
She
flopped into her bed, as her eyes fluttered closed, her mind spinning.
Sleep had swallowed the rest of the day, and slowly
consumed
the night.
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She was here.
In Japan.
She was in Japan.
She was here in Japan.
Oh Kami, now he could be with her again.
He could feel his heart lighten, as his mind slowly
stopped
spinning with thoughts.
He could finally be with her.
He beamed.
Everything was finally in place.
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A day had gone by.
Two days had gone by..
And Tokiya still had not seen her. He had practically
camped
out at Michirure's office, hoping that he would, somehow, bump into
her.
It never happened.
And as he sat in Michirure's office, he began to brood
about
his past. Something he had not done in such a long time. He couldn't
believe
that he had been so blind - to his love for her, and her own love for
him.
His parting with Anna had been friendly; the usual 'Let's be friends
and
keep in touch, okay?' had been used, but it had never followed. She had
moved away, and he really didn't want to keep in touch. He lay back on
the
couch, his hand slung
across his head. The dark blue eyes - eyes that Fuuko had loved so much
- were dark and unseeing, and were only to open as he heard the door
open.
Since the back of the couch faced the door, he could not see who had
come
in.
But.he knew.
He knew it was she.
She walked into the room, and had planned to sit down on
the chair. Then she saw him.
'Oh, Kami-sama,' were the thoughts that they had
un-knowingly
shared.
She was as beautiful as ever - No. Even more beautiful,
he
thought to himself. How could he have let her get away?
"F-Fuuko?" he said, his voice wavering. He didn't know
whether
or not he could call her that anymore. A beautiful smile assured him
that
he could.
"Konnichi'wa, Toki-chan. It's been a long time, hasn't
it?"
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Author's Notes:
Short, ne? Maybe because I really didn't have a very long time to write
it since I have limited time in the computer. Dad finally gave in!
Yehay!
-.^;;
Anyway, don't worry, I'll try maing the next one even longer! Ja ne!