InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Linger ❯ For No One ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Inuyasha. That would just be silly. Instead, Rumiko Takahashi owns them.

 

Synopsis? This is meant for who really cares.

 

931 words. Still pretty long.

 

For No One

 

The night was quiet. The city seemed to be sleeping, nothing stirring, everything being blanketed and silenced. The moon hid behind the cloud and there wasn't a bird within sight.

 

Her apartment was in no better shape. Her roommate was out with her boyfriend, again. All electronics were shut off, the refrigerator wasn't humming, and even the cats were off somewhere, making no noise. Naturally, this was the one night that her neighbors chose to go to bed, all at the same time and without making so much as a thump.

 

This was the one night that she really did not want to be by herself. She wanted to go out, have some fun, be distracted, but of course, no one called her, no one invited her out, no one considered that she needed to be happy. They all assumed that she was fine and was living her life perfectly well to the point where she needed no human interaction whatsoever.

 

She didn't understand why she was acting this way. She had been perfectly fine the week before. Hell, this morning she woke up so completely blissfully happy and ready to tackle the day. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, and everything seemed like it was going to be good.

 

That itself should had been a big tip off. She actually believed that today was going to be an okay, regular, peachy day. Her morning went off fine, waking up on time and having time to eat a real breakfast, she made it to her classes on time, got excellent marks for papers she had turned in, and one of her professors, the one she was so sure hated her with all his passion, paid her a compliment.

 

She didn't question it. She simply chalked it off as karma being good to her. She had continued with her day, happy and at peace for herself because she felt like she had finally managed to piece her life back together.

 

Of course, something had to ruin her day. She wasn't being paranoid; she just knew how things worked the universe worked, being a target of it herself so many times before. She had begun to be more cautious, to the point where she was considering heading home early and simply call it a very successful day. Somehow, for some stupid reason, she managed to convince herself to continue with her day, trying to milk out as much good luck as she could get.

 

No wonder greed is a deadly sin. But she wasn't really trying to be greedy. She was just trying to enjoy her day to the full extend, taking advantage of any and every opportunity. She just hoped that this day would finally be the day in which she would go without feeling so void. She hoped that this day would be the official day in which she was completely and totally over him.

 

So, why did they have to start kissing right when she turned and walked into the room? Did they have a look-out or something because the moment she saw them, they began to embrace, to kiss, to love one another. It seemed so plotted, so planned out, that she actually left and went back into the room, only to confirm that her vision wasn't deceiving her.

 

She really did wish that she was imagining things. She wished that she has some how fallen on the way into the room, knocked herself out, and was just simply having so sort of dream in which she would wake up in his arms, and have him kissing her and loving her.

 

Cliché right? But she was still in love and she didn't think that she could express the way that she felt in any other way. Not that she was expressing it to anyone, because apparently everyone thought that she was well over him.

 

But it tore her apart seeing him love another. She had loved him with all her being, and he said that he had loved her too. He had promised to watch over her, loving her, never letting her go.

 

He said that she would be his only one, and he would be only hers. He said that they would last so incredibly long because their love was so pure and raw that no one probably ever felt like they did. He said that they would have their downs, but their ups would be so incredibly high, it was would like reaching nirvana and refusing to let go.

 

It was euphoric. Simple as that.

 

But he let go first. One finger at a time, until one day he simply let her drop, so harshly that she still flinched about that day. And despite how harshly he had treated her that day months ago, she still loved him.

 

And completely hated it.

 

She hated that she was now in her apartment, completely alone, with no one to call. She hated that she was crying so hard on an invisible shoulder because all the real ones that had claimed to be there were out having a life.

 

She hated how all this hate was eating her up inside and that now, all her problems had build up and she was completely breaking down on a quiet night where there was no one could gave a damn about her. She hated how tomorrow, she would simply continue being a wallflower again, silenced and ignored until someone needed her to do something for them.

 

She hated that she had absolutely no one to ask her how today was.