Waiting

Waiting

crimsonfire18

Dedication: dedicated to my very own friend, Julien Estopado. Always remember that we are still here, waiting for you to come back here in the Philippines. Take care always and we missed you so much .Love you

                                                                                                              -khabzsiscindy

Summary: For months, three weeks, and two days he had left without her knowing. She doesn’t know the reason but she knew, deep inside her heart he loved her and it’s the same way around and she’s hoping he’ll be home again. Home with his friends and most of all her. Mikan Sakura. Is he going to come back?

Every story has its end but in life, every end is just a new beginning

Thousand times she cried, a million tears escaped from her beautiful hazel eyes yet, the someone she loves is nowhere to be found.

Alone in that cold winter night. Snows are starting to fall from the dark grey sky above with the moonlight shinning, and shimmering through her whole being. Leaning against the Sakura tree where they usually stay, talked and share some topics that ended the two love birds bickering. The sakura tree, the tree that had been once the source of  laughters from a loud mouth brunette, tears from the said one, and noise that filled the darkness and gloominess of the area every time they are with each others arms. The sakura tree, the tree who witnessed the story of their life since she entered that gate and started to be the source of the happiness of the class 2B, but now among all tress surrounded that area it is the only tree that had lost its leaves, thin looking like its autumn since it was spring time.

A brunette thin looking girl stood at its grounds. She was a lovely lady if you see her with those long silky hair that sways as the air whooshes , thin but perfect as like some models in television, she look so innocent, so fragile to break, she place a smile in those lips like she was happy but if you look deep in her hazel eyes the sadness she hold ever since he’d gone in their lives, in her life speaks how miserable she is.

“Aishiteru” a word escape from her lips and her eyes unleashed the tears she was holding. She bit her lower lip for not to sob. She’s always have time to pass by and pay a  visit here, in their Sakura.Always have time to sit at its trunk and starts to wonder why. Asked questions to herself what she’d do that make her feel like that way, but she always understand, she always did. Because she believe and know that Natsume had reasons.

Mikan looked at the tree and place her hands at the thin trunk of it.Caressing its rough surface carefully like she’s doing that to him. Like it was him standing before her. A tear rolled down and she wiped it immediately with her right hand “I’ll always wait for to you come back” she murmured

It’s been four months, three weeks, and two days he had left without her knowing . Four months, three weeks, and two days she waited and hoping that he’ll be come back. Flashback of him and her always play in her mind, the teasing; his voice calling her ‘polkadots’ that always make her throw tantrums at his, but now she wish he will call her that again in her nickname he’d given to her, and she promise she won’t ever be mad at him. The moment she misses home and he will call her a’cry baby’and comfort her in his arrogant ways. Funny to say but she really miss that jerk.

“Natsume, you’re so dumbass”

A moment later the girl stood up from the ground, tapping her skirt from the dirt in the pavement. It was almost time and dinner will be served in the dinning hall. She bet all her friends will be searching for her when she cannot come back before dinner. Friends.