Random Da-iCE Headcanons/ Drabbles

Heartbreak

The pain. It always started with the pain. The ache in his chest, the tears in his eyes and the words echoing within his mind, 'We shouldn't be together'. Those simple words were enough to send his world crumbling down. Could he tell anyone? Of course not, he was Hayate Wada, the happiest, most joyful man alive. And yet, of all of the people in his life, the one he loved the most had wounded him so badly even breathing was a chore.

He thought he was in love, and he was so sure she was too. They were everything a couple was supposed to be. She came to him when she was crying and he held her closely. The memory of her and the times they shared were enough to keep him going during the long tours. Now these memories are only a painful reminder of the other side of love.

His first heartbreak. One that truely broke him, one that can make him relate to these songs he's been dancing to for so long. Koigokoro, Mou Ichido Dake... I still love you, all of these songs now hold a special meaning to him. The tears that streamed down his face were now genuine, filled with so many words he had left to say. Words he would never be allowed to say ever again.

Perhaps it's for the best, some things are never meant to be said. Some things are better left unwritten and unspoken, but they are thought for every waking moment. Why wasn't he good enough? What did that other man have that he didn't? Why didn't he try to keep her? Why did he let go?

Not even sleep could escape Hayate. His days were usually filled with naps, but even he couldn't close his eyes without picturing the most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes on. He could only picture her during the happy moments, but now they have turned into the most heart breaking. He knew these memories would never again be his. She would never be his.

She had cheated. A simple break up of two lovers growing distant was understandable, almost expected... but this? Who could expect the most trustworthy person in your life to stab you in the back, leaving the knife buried deep within your heart. A knife you have to either pull out yourself or allow it to slowly kill you. The knife was still there, stained with her scent, her favorite perfume.

Everytime Hayate touched the knife, a wave of pain would rush over him like the tide. He knew he had others around him who would help him, but again, a man like him can't be crying over every little thing that reminds him of her. So when the knife burns his hand, he put his hand back. Until now.

All of their pictueres, every souvenir from every date, everything that beared the memory of her now laid within the brown, lifeless shoe box. He looked up at his friends, ones that have been there for him since the begeining, Sota... Yudai... Taiki... Toru... all of them who's love has kept Hayate alive during the time without his own heart. He gripped the box tightly, it shook along with his heart. Was he ready to let go? As he tossed the box in the flames of his love, he knew he would never truely let go of her. She would always be a part of who he is, of what he did, of what he fights for.

Even if he grows old with another woman, she will always and forever be his first love and his first heartbreak. The person who taught him the meaning of unconditional love. The one he was willing to die for. All of those late night conversations, all of the smiles and hugs and kisses... They will always remain with him. With time, the pain will ease. Time will be the balm on his broken heart. But before he could heal, the knife has to be pulled out. He wasn't sure what hurt more, her betrayal or this knife that had been plunged in his heart. All he knew is that he had to let go of her and that things will be better.

Sayonara