Ikanaide (Green X Leaf/Green X Blue/Blue X Leaf - OldrivalShipping/ConflictingShipping)

The train's wheels rotate, spinning, and spinning, as it pick up speed, while he stares at it.

Is it coming? Ever coming?

What is coming?

The man sits on the bench located at a dark, musty corner of the platform, as he gazes up at the grey, miserable sky. A bleak wind dashes through the platform, messing his brown hair up. His hands absent-mindedly reach to the top of his hair, trying to straighten it back to its original spiky form.

The next train comes, and he spots his silly reflection on the windows. He rearranges it, but the hair never sets. It never works without her brushing it.

Oh right, he is waiting for her.

Is she coming? Ever coming?

The question lingers in his mind as he watches another train goes by. The station is empty, as if it is dead, and he is left all alone in this depressing world.

"You're like a little child, Green." Her chirpy voice says, out of nowhere. "How innocent."

"I'm not, you silly woman." He retorts out loud. "Get onto the train."

"Are you sure you're not going to say anything else?" She says again, and he can imagine her pouting, her silky amber-brown hair moving, as she bends down slightly. She is beautiful.

He remembers her hand reaching out, patting him a few times on the head. He grumbles, brushes it away as he blushes. She teases, and he looks away. And not wanting to be defeated, he pulls her into a hug, and pecks at her cheeks, then her lips. He smells her sweet perfume, and when he opens his eyes slightly, he sees her blushing, which is a rare sight to behold, and he realizes that she is relishing in the happiness like he is. He feels empowered, victorious, like he can conquer anything if he wanted to. He loves her.

"Now, get onto the train." He smirks, while she frowns at him, vexed, before she pokes him at the chest.

"You haven't say it." She says as she looks at him expectantly.

"Okay, okay," He sighs. "I love you, Leaf."

"Not that one." She says as she started jabbing at his toned muscles.

"I can't tell you that, yet." He smiles.

"What?" She exclaims. "No, no, no, it's something you have to say now!"

The horn blares, signalling that departure is imminent. She glances towards the source of the sound, before she turns back to him, looking irritated.

"One last chance," She says, firmly. "Say it."

The horn blares once more. He looks at her, confused but gives a wry smile. She huffs, before she hurriedly walks up the steps. At the carriage door, she gives him one more glance.

"I'm going to get you for this, you dimwit." She giggles. The door slowly closes, as her radiant smile beams at him. He opens his mouth, closes it again, before he simply smiles, and waves his hand. Only a small gap is left before the door completely closes, and the urge to yank it open and sweep her out of that train carriage rose in his chest. Yet, he suppresses the desire, and watches the door closes slowly.

"I love you, Green." Her chirpy voice calls out, and something inside him breaks, his feet stuck onto the concrete ground as the wheels pick up speed. He suddenly runs after the train, but the metal giant runs faster than he could ever imagine, and soon it disappears from his line of sight.

He couldn't say it.

Back on the bench, the man fingers the small, purple velvet box. He can imagine the joy, the exhilarating expression of love and excitement written all over her face, the squeals she will cry, at the very moment she steps down the train and sees him, kneeling on one leg, presenting the dainty ring before her. He can imagine the days he will have, with her by his side, their little banters and sweet moments of love, until they are old and gray.

But the train will never come. Never.

Train accident kills hundreds of passengers and crew. Not one survivor was found.

Tragedy strikes along railway tracks, explosion burned down the whole train.

The headlines rained down on him like stones, heavy boulders, killing him from the inside.

He should have said it.

He should have cried out loud, let loose all his emotions and scream out those two words, those two words that could have saved her, that could have saved himself.

"Don't go."

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This fic is focused on different romance scenarios that aren't as perfect as they should be.

For this one-shot, it was inspired from the Japanese song "Ikanaide" that talks about a person's wish to say "Don't Go" to his/her love who is going away. And i made it sadder and more depressing. Gosh, someone help me fix my emotions.