White Christmas. One Shot~
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I didn't like my other fic,
So I deleted, then out of no where
I wrote this story for english based on White Xmas,
and I thought it was amazing.
So tell me what yu think, ne ?
Title: White Christmas
Fandom: KAT-TUN
Pairing: KamexOC
Summary: Kame made a big mistake. Will she give him a second chance? Does he even deserve it?
White Christmas.
I remember that Christmas day. I remember it so clearly, the very thought of it hurts my head. I remember the day we met. I knew who she was weeks before our meeting. You looked at me from afar, and thought I didn’t notice her. She was very wrong. I noticed her right away. I knew a friend that knew a friend that knew her. I didn’t waste a second asking for an introduction. Her first words to me have been engraved in my head. “I like your eyebrows,” She said, with glimmering eyes. I laughed, and she smiled. We showered each other with adulations ever since. We smiled at each other in those days. We weren’t afraid of anything
After a while, she became an embarrassment to me. Her personality was so exorbitant, while I was quiet and aloof. It was as if I, the king, was being escorted by her, a pauper. Her figure was quite askew; I just wanted to tape a ruler to her back. I didn’t mind her or anything about her, but those cruel words my so called companions would say about her get to my head. My heart loved her, but my mind didn’t. I didn’t take notice of her despite the screams my heart made, but what’s a heart? It’s just a body organ.
The day she stopped talking to me was the day that would haunt my forever. My friends were making fun of her again. “Oh, she’s so annoying,” They would say
“She talks too much!”
“Kame, you hang out with her don’t you? How could you deal with such a girl?”
My head shot up when I heard my name being mentioned. “I’d never hang out with that embarrassment,” I laughed with my friends. It hurt to say those words. Then I saw her. Her face looked so aghast it left me in the same manner. We stared at each other. She shook her head as the tears fell down her cheeks, and ran away. I just ruined any prospects I had into getting her to love me. I didn’t want to see her cry. I wanted to wrap her up softly and protect her.
To this day, I don’t understand why I let her run away, nor do I understand why I let those people talk about her like that. Peer pressure, I guess, but that’s still not a valid excuse. I remember that day clearly and perfectly. The Christmas day I hurt the one I love.
I needed to apologize. I called her and mailed her, she never once returned any of them. I didn’t even see her around school anymore. She was doing a heck of a good job avoiding me. I mailed her, and said ‘Will you please answer me? I want to meet up.’ After ten minutes of staring at the screen, nothing happened. I was about to give up when it alerted. A mail!
‘Why should I meet up with you? Not all of us want to fulfill the King’s wishes.’ I could tell there were no feelings but vexation felt towards me as she typed those letters.
‘I want to apologize. I’m so stupid, please just come see me. Meet me at the park tomorrow at 7. Please show up.’ I typed back. I didn’t wait for a reply. I turned off my computer and went to bed.
The day went by torturously slow. Was the time really passing, or was God trying to kill me? Finally, it was 7 pm. I dressed up nice, especially for her. I got her a gift I know she’s been wanting for a long time. I’m going to make it up to her. I don’t care about what the others have said about her, I don’t care what the world would think of us. I just want her. I want her to know that someone new is waiting, and that this was a story that would never happen again. I could still feel the unhesitating feelings of those days.
The streets glittered silver as the rain turned into snow. I walked, looking at the sky above. The sky I looked up to was too high. Though I can reach it, I couldn’t grab it. I wonder why. I arrived at the bench we went to when we wanted to talk. I sat down, and waited. Simply waited.
I kept on waiting. An hour passed, then two. I thought I’d wait an extra five minutes. Pretty soon, those extra five minutes expired. I texted her. ‘Where are you? I’ve been waiting for so long.’
Nothing came. I waited some more. I heard a ring. It was a text from her.
‘I never said I would come.’
Then, I understood. At first, I felt a bit of anger. I tried to apologize, and she couldn’t even listen to me. But I know in my heart, I wouldn’t have gone to see her either. I hurt her, and I hurt her kindness. In the process, I hurt myself. I searched for her forgiveness and love, but in the end I found nothing, and lost the most important thing.
I texted her one more thing.
‘Even though I’ve realized the mistakes I’ve made now, they can’t be erased. I’m sorry that I was selfish. If we ever meet again one day, I’d never let you go. For sure there’s no longer anyone better than you, I’ve realized that now. I just hope one day, you’ll learn to forgive this selfish me.’
No reply. What a surprise. I gently placed the gift I bought her on the bench, and walked away solemnly. I let the best thing that’s happened to me, slip through my fingers. All because my idiotic friends thought she talked to much. This crazy love won’t happen again.
I didn't like my other fic,
So I deleted, then out of no where
I wrote this story for english based on White Xmas,
and I thought it was amazing.
So tell me what yu think, ne ?
Title: White Christmas
Fandom: KAT-TUN
Pairing: KamexOC
Summary: Kame made a big mistake. Will she give him a second chance? Does he even deserve it?
White Christmas.
I remember that Christmas day. I remember it so clearly, the very thought of it hurts my head. I remember the day we met. I knew who she was weeks before our meeting. You looked at me from afar, and thought I didn’t notice her. She was very wrong. I noticed her right away. I knew a friend that knew a friend that knew her. I didn’t waste a second asking for an introduction. Her first words to me have been engraved in my head. “I like your eyebrows,” She said, with glimmering eyes. I laughed, and she smiled. We showered each other with adulations ever since. We smiled at each other in those days. We weren’t afraid of anything
After a while, she became an embarrassment to me. Her personality was so exorbitant, while I was quiet and aloof. It was as if I, the king, was being escorted by her, a pauper. Her figure was quite askew; I just wanted to tape a ruler to her back. I didn’t mind her or anything about her, but those cruel words my so called companions would say about her get to my head. My heart loved her, but my mind didn’t. I didn’t take notice of her despite the screams my heart made, but what’s a heart? It’s just a body organ.
The day she stopped talking to me was the day that would haunt my forever. My friends were making fun of her again. “Oh, she’s so annoying,” They would say
“She talks too much!”
“Kame, you hang out with her don’t you? How could you deal with such a girl?”
My head shot up when I heard my name being mentioned. “I’d never hang out with that embarrassment,” I laughed with my friends. It hurt to say those words. Then I saw her. Her face looked so aghast it left me in the same manner. We stared at each other. She shook her head as the tears fell down her cheeks, and ran away. I just ruined any prospects I had into getting her to love me. I didn’t want to see her cry. I wanted to wrap her up softly and protect her.
To this day, I don’t understand why I let her run away, nor do I understand why I let those people talk about her like that. Peer pressure, I guess, but that’s still not a valid excuse. I remember that day clearly and perfectly. The Christmas day I hurt the one I love.
I needed to apologize. I called her and mailed her, she never once returned any of them. I didn’t even see her around school anymore. She was doing a heck of a good job avoiding me. I mailed her, and said ‘Will you please answer me? I want to meet up.’ After ten minutes of staring at the screen, nothing happened. I was about to give up when it alerted. A mail!
‘Why should I meet up with you? Not all of us want to fulfill the King’s wishes.’ I could tell there were no feelings but vexation felt towards me as she typed those letters.
‘I want to apologize. I’m so stupid, please just come see me. Meet me at the park tomorrow at 7. Please show up.’ I typed back. I didn’t wait for a reply. I turned off my computer and went to bed.
The day went by torturously slow. Was the time really passing, or was God trying to kill me? Finally, it was 7 pm. I dressed up nice, especially for her. I got her a gift I know she’s been wanting for a long time. I’m going to make it up to her. I don’t care about what the others have said about her, I don’t care what the world would think of us. I just want her. I want her to know that someone new is waiting, and that this was a story that would never happen again. I could still feel the unhesitating feelings of those days.
The streets glittered silver as the rain turned into snow. I walked, looking at the sky above. The sky I looked up to was too high. Though I can reach it, I couldn’t grab it. I wonder why. I arrived at the bench we went to when we wanted to talk. I sat down, and waited. Simply waited.
I kept on waiting. An hour passed, then two. I thought I’d wait an extra five minutes. Pretty soon, those extra five minutes expired. I texted her. ‘Where are you? I’ve been waiting for so long.’
Nothing came. I waited some more. I heard a ring. It was a text from her.
‘I never said I would come.’
Then, I understood. At first, I felt a bit of anger. I tried to apologize, and she couldn’t even listen to me. But I know in my heart, I wouldn’t have gone to see her either. I hurt her, and I hurt her kindness. In the process, I hurt myself. I searched for her forgiveness and love, but in the end I found nothing, and lost the most important thing.
I texted her one more thing.
‘Even though I’ve realized the mistakes I’ve made now, they can’t be erased. I’m sorry that I was selfish. If we ever meet again one day, I’d never let you go. For sure there’s no longer anyone better than you, I’ve realized that now. I just hope one day, you’ll learn to forgive this selfish me.’
No reply. What a surprise. I gently placed the gift I bought her on the bench, and walked away solemnly. I let the best thing that’s happened to me, slip through my fingers. All because my idiotic friends thought she talked to much. This crazy love won’t happen again.