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Tuesday, September 16, 2008

"Don't you get it yet, Sakura? I love you, dammit! I really just... do."
Sakura was feeling dizzy. One moment, Derek was there, looking so pitiful and serious, next he wasn't. Then he was there again, distorted in all places. Suddenly she couldn't see and when she could see again, she was on the floor, with Derek hugging her, crying.
"Sakura," he said, "If you died, I'll follow you..." He let her down and took the swiss knife.
Sakura got the swiss knife from him. And threw it, weakly, to where Fero was standing. In her sweet voice, she said, "Fero, keep it for me, and don't let anyone hurt themselves..."
Fero was looking at her so intently, and he wasn't making any move. "Sakura..." Derek said. "Sakura, I will follow... I promise..."
"Hey, you. Call the clinic and stop crying." Sakura said that with all the strength she had left and she closed her eyes and lay there, just like a princess. Her bleeding body was lying face up, and you can see the beauty of her face. Her blonde, curly hair was spread about her head and her white, angelic face. She looked like she came from a fairytale, except that she was real... As Hans's footsteps faded away (Hans had also protested, saying "I don't want to leave her... but as the others didn't reply, he had to do it anyway), the silence was almost absolute.
Derek was coming closer to her, unable to restrain himself any longer. Fero gave a cry of "What are you doing?" that peirced the atmosphere, but Derek didn't hear. He was there, almost kissing her, so close... Fero surrendered his curiosity, but not his love. Venus looked at him, and she felt his despair. He was just looking there, wishing that he was Derek, wishing that HE had said I love you. Hoping that those three words came from his mouth, wishing he was there, about to kiss his one true love.
Derek was so close... and then they kissed. Sakura made no move, of course, and she didn't feel anything. But Derek did, and he felt his agony of keeping it all inside fading away, being replaced by that one kiss. And Fero was feeling something too, his sadness, seeping in. He fell, kneeling on the floor. Derek sat down again, and said to Fero "Hey, Fero. Go give her your kiss. You love her too, I know it. She'll never know. And I'm sure she wont be offended anyway. because you only did it for love... like I did..."
And there it was. The 5 friends.

Labels: kisses, love


PG e i g h t e e n stepped on your garbage at 6:12 AM

My Story.
Call me Gan.
But what's in a name?
Does it matter?
Will my name really show you who I am deep inside, where I hide?
Can my name really give you the picture of my heart, its pains and sorrows in its past?
But what the heck.

Call me Gan.

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Garbage
a mirror of mine; my reflection.
a multiply of mine.
the stories of a sister.
the memories of a friend.



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