Disclaimer: i Most definately do not own any of the characters,because if i did, they would've so had a makeout scene by now
This is my first fanfic, so please don't kill me if it's shitty! and i know it's short, something i hate when i'm reading fics, but hopefully i'll get better. And i'm hoping to add more chapters so comments would definately be appreciated! So here it is, Enjoy:)
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Tsurara
“Love Comeforeth like Sunshine after Rain.”
Just another line that Yukari keeps repeating. They’re doing so much work on Shakespeare at University, i guess Yukari was bound to discover a quote or passage she absoloutley loved. But every time she says it i feel the words pull at my heartstrings. If only it were true. I haven’t seen Kurosaki for nearly a year. It’s been nearly a year since i moved out. I had to, because he was right, i was bad for him, and I didn’t belong in his world. So i left, and even though i knew it wouldn’t happen, i still had hoped he would stop me and say “Don’t go, i need you.” But he didn’t. I don’t think he even cared. To him it was just another obstacle out of the way. But it’s been so long, and i feel like it’s still raining. When’s the sunshine gonna come Yukari? I want to ask her. Will it ever stop raining?
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Kurosaki
I walk out of my apartment and turn to lock the door. I hear a clatter of keys and i turn to look. Where? At her door. But it’s just the old man a few apartments down, trying to lock his door as well. I lay my head against my door and close my eyes. Calm down Kurosaki, it’s just the old man. It isn’t her, the one you’ve been waiting for. I immediately jerk my head back and open my eyes. Waiting for her? Am i seriously going crazy? There’s absolutely no reason for me to. I wanted her out and that’s what i got. Realising it was just the old man doesn’t fail to leave me feeling full of disappointment. Even though I’d never admit it, i always have hope that she’ll come back, that I’ll see her beautiful and naive face again. But it’s not likely, and that’s a good thing. I walk down the steps, past my purring cat. That’s when i realise I’m not the only one waiting for her. But there’s no point, I’m meant to be alone. So I keep walking. Away from the memories that haunt me at night, away from my loneliness, and away from the little hope i have left.
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