Well, I haven't posted anything here in a while. Hope you enjoy it I guess? Urg. I can't stand the formatting here. :\
And he walked out my life. It was just like a cliché love story, girl likes guy, and guy likes other girl. A sweet cookie with broken hearts sprinkled over it. A recipe for disaster. A recipe better left burned in the oven.
I bit into the cookie, taking care not to leave crumbs anywhere on the white table cloth. If I smudged it, it would never come out. I suppose you could say I was binge eating, but I preferred to call it comfort food. Even though I really didn’t need the comfort, I just needed him. I wanted to hold him close and tell him everything would be okay. I just wanted a touch.
Did I really love him or did I want a charity case? Sometimes I felt like it was love, my heart would skip a beat and I’d feel like a little girl again. Back when times were simpler and I still thought boys had cooties. Back when I was still a quiet, demure girl. I still was, but people actually noticed me now. Best of all, he noticed me. My lovely charity case.
I decided I would tell him. I decided that I would stop him in the street and just tell him everything. It would be better than holding it in. Anything would be better than holding it in.
I couldn’t do it.
I tied a piece of paper to a pigeon’s leg. The book said a dove but I couldn’t find any; a pigeon would have to suffice. I tied my off-white piece of paper to the bird’s thin leg and let it fly away. I watched as it flied through the air, soaring on air currents and prayed that someone would get the note. Anyone would do. Just as long as they read it and actually listen to me, even if only for a moment. Even a second would do. Just as long as they read.
I found my note crumbled on the ground. Today is the day I lost faith in humanity. Perhaps it would be better to be a simple, demure girl. If only.
I saw him with another girl. I wasn’t sure what to feel. Jealousy, anger, betrayal? I wasn’t sure. But there weren’t butterflies when they held hands. When they kissed, I felt caterpillars. When he went inside her house, I felt a web.
I went back home and cried on the white tablecloth. Tears will surely stain them. I’ll have to wash them tomorrow. They’ll never be able to tell the difference.
I couldn’t face him at all. He was there. I was here. We were worlds away.
When he laughed, everything was right. I almost forgave him. Almost. Almost.
When he smiled, my day was brighter. But not the brightest. Not at all.
When he told me he loved me, my heart skipped a beat. Just one beat.
When we got married, we kissed once and not once more.
We had 3 children. I still have no clue as to how I could touch him in that manner.
When he had an affair, I didn’t forgive him. I was simply indifferent.
When he was on his deathbed, he called out to me multiple times. He gave me one final kiss. When he closed his eyes and passed on, I whispered, “I loved you.”
I am a Hyuuga. Proud, strong, unforgiving. I am Hinata. Quiet, small, forgettable. I am Hinata Hyuuga. Proud, quiet Hinata.
He was Naruto. Naruto Uzumaki. Loud, stubborn Naruto.
Apart we were school crushes. Together we were disaster. A recipe that should have stayed in the oven for a few more minutes. A recipe that shouldn’t have been baked at all.
I was in love with him. The rose bloomed too early and withered.
On my deathbed, with all my family around me, telling me it would be painless and everything would be okay. My daughter was crying. I sighed once, and remembered him. He was alone. All through his life, alone.
He was my charity case. But I loved him anyways.
Last edited by Lee Senpai : 10-02-2009 at 07:11 PM.
Thank you for actually reading that terrible wall of text. I'm going to have to fix that in a second actually :\
But anyways, thanks for the review! : )