Fan Fiction ❯ Too Late ❯ Too Late ( One-Shot )
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By: xthexpookiex 
You shouldn't lie about loving someone. They may just do something drastic.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.26.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 642 | Visits: 397 | Status: Completed
You shouldn't lie about loving someone. They may just do something drastic.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.26.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 642 | Visits: 397 | Status: Completed
“I…don’t love you…”
A few simple words, yet with those few words her whole life seemed to stop. How could he not return the feelings she felt so deep in her heart? She was so sure…She could see it in his eyes…That he…But no, he didn’t. He said it, the words came from him. He was not in love with her. So her feelings were wasted.
“But…So, this is how you really feel then? You do not return my feelings?”
“No…I can’t. I’m sorry.”
She smiled, a pain filled smile. No, she would not cry in front of him. She wouldn’t allow him to see how much it hurt her. She would not give him the guilt, or perhaps the satisfaction. He had torn her heart to shreds, with the simple utterance of those hollow words. She knew if she didn’t make him leave soon she wouldn’t be able to hold the tears back.
“No, you can’t help how you feel any more than I can…Please, could you leave me to my thoughts? I think I need some time to myself now…”
“Of course, I have to be going anyway…”
He couldn’t seem to figure out how to properly say goodbye…He settled for a peck on the cheek and a wave, then walked away and out the door. The moment she saw his car pull away she collapsed on the ground. Her hysterical crying could not be stopped, and she wasn’t sure how much she wanted it to be. Her heart…he chest…It hurt so badly. She had been told once “It’s better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all” but she couldn’t find truth in the statement now…She only wanted to pain to go away. She only wanted to stop herself from ever falling in love with him, because the pain was unbearable. Unrequited love, a painful demise. She would die because she cared too much.
Her shaking hands searched blindly through the drawer, not caring about the results. After a few moments she pulled her now bloodied hand out, clutching a knife. Her hands trembled as she let her eyes wander over the blade. Over her bloody hand, thick red liquid dripping to the ground. It hurt…but the emotional pain was so much greater. She slowly dragged herself into the room…The room that she used to take great comfort in when she entered. Now it was a cold place. So cold. She ignored the shiver of her hand as she raised the blade to her throat and slowly dragged it across. Again the red liquid came, this time pouring out. Her body dropped to the floor, now lifeless.
Moments later the phone rang, though no one answered.
“Hey…I just…I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I was just so scared…I…I can’t ever make up for it, I know, but I hope you’ll give me a second chance? I’m so sorry…I…Really, I love you. I want to see you again soon, I want to hold you. I want to make you see how much I regret my stupidity…If you never forgive me, I‘ll understand…But I am sorry. I love you more than anything. You‘re my everything, my reason for living and…I‘m so sorry.”
The message left on the machine, only seconds too late. The words were lost on the girl laying on the floor, the girl that would never hear his confession. His love…His sorrow…His pain…The girl would never know.
A few simple words, yet with those few words her whole life seemed to stop. How could he not return the feelings she felt so deep in her heart? She was so sure…She could see it in his eyes…That he…But no, he didn’t. He said it, the words came from him. He was not in love with her. So her feelings were wasted.
“But…So, this is how you really feel then? You do not return my feelings?”
“No…I can’t. I’m sorry.”
She smiled, a pain filled smile. No, she would not cry in front of him. She wouldn’t allow him to see how much it hurt her. She would not give him the guilt, or perhaps the satisfaction. He had torn her heart to shreds, with the simple utterance of those hollow words. She knew if she didn’t make him leave soon she wouldn’t be able to hold the tears back.
“No, you can’t help how you feel any more than I can…Please, could you leave me to my thoughts? I think I need some time to myself now…”
“Of course, I have to be going anyway…”
He couldn’t seem to figure out how to properly say goodbye…He settled for a peck on the cheek and a wave, then walked away and out the door. The moment she saw his car pull away she collapsed on the ground. Her hysterical crying could not be stopped, and she wasn’t sure how much she wanted it to be. Her heart…he chest…It hurt so badly. She had been told once “It’s better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all” but she couldn’t find truth in the statement now…She only wanted to pain to go away. She only wanted to stop herself from ever falling in love with him, because the pain was unbearable. Unrequited love, a painful demise. She would die because she cared too much.
Her shaking hands searched blindly through the drawer, not caring about the results. After a few moments she pulled her now bloodied hand out, clutching a knife. Her hands trembled as she let her eyes wander over the blade. Over her bloody hand, thick red liquid dripping to the ground. It hurt…but the emotional pain was so much greater. She slowly dragged herself into the room…The room that she used to take great comfort in when she entered. Now it was a cold place. So cold. She ignored the shiver of her hand as she raised the blade to her throat and slowly dragged it across. Again the red liquid came, this time pouring out. Her body dropped to the floor, now lifeless.
Moments later the phone rang, though no one answered.
“Hey…I just…I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I was just so scared…I…I can’t ever make up for it, I know, but I hope you’ll give me a second chance? I’m so sorry…I…Really, I love you. I want to see you again soon, I want to hold you. I want to make you see how much I regret my stupidity…If you never forgive me, I‘ll understand…But I am sorry. I love you more than anything. You‘re my everything, my reason for living and…I‘m so sorry.”
The message left on the machine, only seconds too late. The words were lost on the girl laying on the floor, the girl that would never hear his confession. His love…His sorrow…His pain…The girl would never know.