One Time Mistake (All I Wanted book 2) Sakusa K. X OC Fanfiction (ONGOING)

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SAKUSA KIYOOMI

"...y-yeah."

My fingers tapped slowly on the wheel as I swallowed a lump in my throat.

"Cancel the reservation for Sakusa...thanks."

Then I hung up.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I leaned my forehead on the cold rubbers of the wheel. My eyes stared at my palm while I keep steady breaths, and as silence enveloped around me, my heartbeat was the only audible sound.

I heavily sighed again, pinching the bridge of my nose.

That was all I needed to hear.

What's else was there left to say? If she made her point, I don't need to hear more.

I didn't need to stay longer and hear her go on about a list of things on why she likes Atsumu, I just have to leave after she said those words.

Without leaving a trace that I was there, I left silently.

But why Miya? Of all people.

Why does it have to be Miya?

I broke her heart once when I promised her I'd never. Of course she'll never look at me the same why she used to.

And Miya...he must really liked her. He really liked Saki that he did everything to make her like him back.

I scoffed. He succeeded. Lucky asshole.

I should've stopped chasing her long time ago when the universe gave me the first sign that we'll never be together again. The first time we saw each other again when she told me she's moved on, I should've stopped and moved on too.

God, I was just as clueless as the old her back in highschool.

If the universe gave me enough signs, then maybe I should stop already. It was as clear as day, I can see it — that we'll never be together, that is. And despite that, I forced myself and went blind, thinking that I still had a chance.

Atsumu better treat her well.

I felt something wet fall on my palm.

I blinked repeatedly, more of those so called tears fell on my palm.

Am I crying? No, I can't be crying. Not over a woman, not ever.

"FUCK!"

"FUCKKK!" I cursed, letting all my frustration out.

The flowers? Thrown somewhere in a random trashbin. The goods? I don't know, can't remember whether I never took them out of the car, threw it, or left it lying somewhere in my apartment after last night. The dress and others?

I grunted, burying my face in my sleeve.

She could've looked good in those...

...while I ask her to be mine again, that was supposed to be tonight.

My phone started ringing, making me crane my neck slowly to the passenger's seat where my device sat. I mumbled incoherent words before reaching out to said device, clicking on the red button as it went to back to silence.

I heaved a heavy exhale.

And groggily, I grabbed my phone and dragged myself out of the car.