Haha, goodness, I haven't updated 10 days and here I am with another story. I promise to update that soon (by the end of the week) but for now, content yourself with a new story and enjoy. Characters are in their adult-hood.
Tale As Old As Time (Prologue)
The young man shifted uneasily about in his sleep, throwing off his blanket in the process. Beer cans lay strewn over the once tidy room, the room reeking of alcohol.
He finally decided that sleep would not come anytime soon and he got up slowly, shuffling towards the toilet. He vomited again for the third time that night, as he struggled to keep himself standing upright.
He stared helplessly at the mirror. Who was this man staring back at him? That man was unshaven, his hair tangled and messed up, his eyes a dull blue, no longer holding the shine they once had. He reached out shakily to touch his own reflection.
What had he become? He had become nothing but a worthless piece of junk. A broken man. Unable to look anymore, he walked slowly out the toilet, past a violin that lay abandoned at one corner, and slouched against the windowsill.
The night was unbelievably clear tonight, the stars shining brightly. Hadn't she once said that when he played the violin, it was though the angels in the sky were singing as well? Hadn't she once kissed him under the stars and whispered 'I love you'?
The newspaper which he had had thrown angrily against the wall in the morning now lay silently at his feet. He picked it tersely; it headlines screaming 'Todou Shizuka to Marry Famed Lawyer Junichi Tetsuo!' with a smaller byline 'No more violinist's wife for Shizuka?!'
She was smiling radiantly, her eyes sparkling. But no, she wasn't smiling for him, she was smiling for another man. A man whom she was going to get married to, a man who wasn't him.
And to think he had once thought that she had loved him. That he had once told her that he wanted to have 4 kids with her. That he had once told her that he would play the violin for her everyday, because he loved her. She had smiled and laid her head on his shoulders, under the stars.
He had called her in desperation, clinging on the hope that this was nothing but a bad dream. But all she could say was 'I'm sorry.' Sorry? Sorry for what? He laughed at himself for being a fool. How could she ever want to marry a violinist like him? He was famous no doubt, but he couldn't give her as comfortable a life as a lawyer could. Musicians had a short- lived career anyway.
And for the first time in his life, Hanazawa Rui allowed himself to cry.
Tale As Old As Time (Prologue)
The young man shifted uneasily about in his sleep, throwing off his blanket in the process. Beer cans lay strewn over the once tidy room, the room reeking of alcohol.
He finally decided that sleep would not come anytime soon and he got up slowly, shuffling towards the toilet. He vomited again for the third time that night, as he struggled to keep himself standing upright.
He stared helplessly at the mirror. Who was this man staring back at him? That man was unshaven, his hair tangled and messed up, his eyes a dull blue, no longer holding the shine they once had. He reached out shakily to touch his own reflection.
What had he become? He had become nothing but a worthless piece of junk. A broken man. Unable to look anymore, he walked slowly out the toilet, past a violin that lay abandoned at one corner, and slouched against the windowsill.
The night was unbelievably clear tonight, the stars shining brightly. Hadn't she once said that when he played the violin, it was though the angels in the sky were singing as well? Hadn't she once kissed him under the stars and whispered 'I love you'?
The newspaper which he had had thrown angrily against the wall in the morning now lay silently at his feet. He picked it tersely; it headlines screaming 'Todou Shizuka to Marry Famed Lawyer Junichi Tetsuo!' with a smaller byline 'No more violinist's wife for Shizuka?!'
She was smiling radiantly, her eyes sparkling. But no, she wasn't smiling for him, she was smiling for another man. A man whom she was going to get married to, a man who wasn't him.
And to think he had once thought that she had loved him. That he had once told her that he wanted to have 4 kids with her. That he had once told her that he would play the violin for her everyday, because he loved her. She had smiled and laid her head on his shoulders, under the stars.
He had called her in desperation, clinging on the hope that this was nothing but a bad dream. But all she could say was 'I'm sorry.' Sorry? Sorry for what? He laughed at himself for being a fool. How could she ever want to marry a violinist like him? He was famous no doubt, but he couldn't give her as comfortable a life as a lawyer could. Musicians had a short- lived career anyway.
And for the first time in his life, Hanazawa Rui allowed himself to cry.