That's right. Today was the day I would visit Kyoya. My mindset was determination to get him back. Not as in love me, but just not hate me.
No matter what he says to me, I'll still have love for him buried somewhere deep within me. Even if he rips through me like a bull on a rampage, I know he's only hurting.
Hurting because he was forced into a marriage.
Hurting because he loved.
Hurting because of me.
All of those things are intertwined. Kyoya was forced into his marriage because I left. He didn't want to be on that marriage because he wanted to be with me. I hurt him because I left.
If somebody did that to me, I think I would be livid with them, also. Left me behind and forced me to be with somebody I didn't love... Yeah, I'd be mad. I'd be pissed off. Severely.
My phone begins ringing on my bed as I slip the little trinket I got Kyoya into my purse. It was Tamaki. It always was. Same time everyday, even in Paris. With the time difference it was a little annoying, but it's the thought that counts.
Tamaki doesn't know I'm back yet. I begged and bribed everyone not to tell him; they would let me do it when I was ready. To my surprise, they all understood. It's not like he's married or anything yet. I still have a chance. All I have to do is make him love me again; if he ever did at all.
I hit ignore call, like I always do. My mind and body craves for the day I answer the call. My phone makes a small sound. That means new voice message!
My phone was to my ear in seconds, waiting for his sweet voice to run through my mind, finding all the differences.
"'Oh god,'" He starts. His voice is slightly deeper, but I know it's him. He sounds gorgeous. "'How do I tell you this...? I'm getting desperate, Kitten. I haven't heard from you in seven years. I need hope that you're still out there, waiting for me. I l-'" It got cut off!! No! How could it get cut off?!
What was Tamaki going to tell me?! The next syllable on his tongue started to sound like an 'o', but I can't be too sure. Was it 'love'? Was he going to tell me that he loves me?
I can't be so ridiculous. Tamaki has a girlfriend; he'd never tell another woman that he loves her.
And, besides, today is my day to think about Kyoya.
"What the hell are you doing here?! Who let you in?!" He demands.
"I told the guard I was a family friend, and he let me right in. You could use better security; anyone could get in here." I tell him, taking a seat in front of his desk.
"Or maybe... he recognized a famous model and wanted to get on her good side. Now get out. You aren't permitted to be here."
"Kyoya's-sen-"
"Do not call me by that foolish name!" He barks.
"One that shows that I respect you?! Ootori-kun... I just got home, and I wanted to come see you. I missed you."
His face contorts from one of anger, to one of shock, and back. "You left. You told no one. You thought of no one but yourself!"
"All I thought about was you guys!! How can I leave them? Will they be able to move on with their lives? Will they be able to become amazing men and accomplish everything they want to? Do I still matter to them? Can they ever forgive me? It's been bugging me the entire time I was in Paris!"
"I don't believe you. Most importantly, you left me." He turns around a photo on his desk. "This is my wife."
It was a pretty girl with beautiful black hair and bright blue eyes. Her lips were thin, but cute.
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The City Didn't Make Me Fall (OHSHC)
Fanfiction[Sequel to Your Tricks Won't Make Me Fall!!] Seven years have passed since Kasumi went away, and she's finally ready to return home. She thought she would go home as soon as she turned 18; when the choice was hers. One of the universities that Yuzu...
