Break Ups and Make Ups

Part 5

((This is a special Chapter,cause it's gonna be in Yamato's Point of View,from part 1 to part 4,so it will also be very long))

I'm pissed. I'm mad. I'm jealous...ugh. What's wrong with me. I hate today. I'm sitting down on my bed. Hoshi just left...and I let her. I'm such an idiot! I can't believe I got mad at her for a stupid text. I couldn't help it! She seems to always be texting that freaking Akihiro! I got mad,because I thought it would just be us. But...I shouldn't be mad. He probably needs some help or advice with something,but I can't help but feel jealous. I'm so stupid...why did I do this? I made her cry. I promised myself not to ever make her cry,but I did. I could've just talked with her and told her how I felt. We could've worked it out together! We...we could've worked it out...

I need to see her.

I know exactly where she went. I rush out the door,and start running down the sidewalk once I get outside. I run past people,weaving through crowds. I'm running as fast as I can. I want to get to her. To say I'm sorry. I spot Long Island a little ways ahead,and I bolt over to the bar. But,I stop in front of the window. I look inside,and i see all the guys...

And Hoshi.

She's crying into Kuni's chest. Everyone,beside Takao and Saeki,is standing behind them,looking deep in thought. But I don't really pay attention to them. All I see is Hoshi crying,and I think to myself...I did that. If I just talked to her,she wouldn't be crying. I made her cry. I look down and take a few steps back,away from the window. I look up again,at everyone,at her. She stops crying and walks over to Ren. He hugs her and I can tell he's trying to comfort her. As her brother,I'm surprised he doesn't ask why she started crying. He just sits there with her,staring expressionless at Yuta while he's trying to make Hoshi laugh. That's when I notice,everyone is trying to cheer her up. Saeki is just speaking to her. Yuta's trying to make her laugh. Takao and Kuni are no where to be seen,probably in the kitchen. If it wasn't for me,she wouldn't need comforting. She wouldn't have red,puffy eyes. She wouldn't have burst in there. I turn around and walk away. I'm not mad at anyone anymore.

I'm just mad at myself.

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((Part 2))

The next morning is dreadful. I wake up late,I don't have that body laying next to me,I have a headache,and the place feels empty. No cheerful good morning. No morning kiss. No music playing. There's nothing. Usually Hoshi would wake up before me,tell me good morning and give me a kiss,then by the time I get out of the room she's sitting on the couch playing her guitar,her beautiful,blonde hair swept over her eyes as she plays the most beautiful melody. I already miss that lovely sound. I'm so used to waking up to it every morning. I remember the first time I heard her play the guitar. It was a few days after she moved in with me,I woke up one morning to a song playing. I remember thinking,what is that? I remember walking into the living room,seeing her on the couch with the guitar,her fingers lightly plucking the strings. I remember her face when she spotted me. She looked so surprised and embarrassed,her face was red as a tomato. As I look at her guitar that's sitting across the room,all alone and waiting to be played,

I swear I saw her.

I saw her picking up the guitar and sitting down. I knew nothing was really playing,but I heard her. Faintly. The beautiful song that she plays a lot. I heard her quiet humming,and from her humming I could tell that she sings too. But she never really did sing.

She just sat there.

On the couch.

Humming.

Playing.

Smiling...

That's right. She always had a beautiful smile on her pretty,pale face when ever she played. Her eyes were closed and her hair was tucked behind her ears. I close my eyes and picture her there,and I wish