What if...(drabble)
What if (drabble)
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Swearing, character death, un-beta’ed.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He’s wasted his life for you, staying by your side and showering you with love and blessings despite the fact you’ve treated him like shit all this time.
Disclaimer: Not mine thank you very much ;________;
A/N: First fic (: written because I had nothing better to do ):
He’s wasted his life for you, staying by your side and showering you with love and blessings despite the fact you’ve treated him like shit all this time. From the days when you two were young to now when you’re both young men trying to figure out what the world is like.
The way you repay him for all this is by breaking his pretty little heart and destroying all his hopes and dreams. It’s for his own good you tell yourself. He won’t suffer because of me anymore, he’ll finally be normal, he’ll move on, both of us will.
But five years later, when you sit on one of the benches in the church, watching him wait for his bride, you don’t think that it was such a good idea anymore.
He belongs to someone else now, his pretty little face, his heart and his soul. All of them belongs to her now, not yours, hers.
You think about what could’ve happened if you hadn’t forced him out, if you hadn’t lied to yourself, if you hadn’t let him go.
You sit there and pray for a miracle to happen. Something that would prevent those two from being together, something that would make him not hers.
The wish was granted an hour later, and you don’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.
A week later, we find you here staring at the tombstone, eyes dead. His name is etched on the tombstone. You feel like crying but you don’t because you know that he wouldn’t want to see you like this.
That night, you played the what-if game for the millionth time ever since you left him. What if you hadn’t forced him to leave your side? What if you had taken him back? What if….what if….what if….
But there’s no point in playing this game anymore. He’s gone and that’s it. You lost your chance five years ago. You want him back now? Sorry, but it’s too late now, too bad.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
“One week after the death of former idol from the formerly popular boy-band, KAT-TUN, Ueda Tatsuya, follows the death of Nishikido Ryo, an idol of the same agency, reports say it was suicide-“
“Stupid Ryo-chan, you wished for it.” Tegoshi mumbled as Masuda served him some food, “What was that, Tegoshi?”
“Nothing, Massu.” Tegoshi Yuya smiled brightly at his best friend, “Ittadakimasu!”
A/N: Yes, Tegoshi is god. Worship him. XD anyone wanna proofread/beta this :D
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Swearing, character death, un-beta’ed.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He’s wasted his life for you, staying by your side and showering you with love and blessings despite the fact you’ve treated him like shit all this time.
Disclaimer: Not mine thank you very much ;________;
A/N: First fic (: written because I had nothing better to do ):
He’s wasted his life for you, staying by your side and showering you with love and blessings despite the fact you’ve treated him like shit all this time. From the days when you two were young to now when you’re both young men trying to figure out what the world is like.
The way you repay him for all this is by breaking his pretty little heart and destroying all his hopes and dreams. It’s for his own good you tell yourself. He won’t suffer because of me anymore, he’ll finally be normal, he’ll move on, both of us will.
But five years later, when you sit on one of the benches in the church, watching him wait for his bride, you don’t think that it was such a good idea anymore.
He belongs to someone else now, his pretty little face, his heart and his soul. All of them belongs to her now, not yours, hers.
You think about what could’ve happened if you hadn’t forced him out, if you hadn’t lied to yourself, if you hadn’t let him go.
You sit there and pray for a miracle to happen. Something that would prevent those two from being together, something that would make him not hers.
The wish was granted an hour later, and you don’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.
A week later, we find you here staring at the tombstone, eyes dead. His name is etched on the tombstone. You feel like crying but you don’t because you know that he wouldn’t want to see you like this.
That night, you played the what-if game for the millionth time ever since you left him. What if you hadn’t forced him to leave your side? What if you had taken him back? What if….what if….what if….
But there’s no point in playing this game anymore. He’s gone and that’s it. You lost your chance five years ago. You want him back now? Sorry, but it’s too late now, too bad.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
“One week after the death of former idol from the formerly popular boy-band, KAT-TUN, Ueda Tatsuya, follows the death of Nishikido Ryo, an idol of the same agency, reports say it was suicide-“
“Stupid Ryo-chan, you wished for it.” Tegoshi mumbled as Masuda served him some food, “What was that, Tegoshi?”
“Nothing, Massu.” Tegoshi Yuya smiled brightly at his best friend, “Ittadakimasu!”
A/N: Yes, Tegoshi is god. Worship him. XD anyone wanna proofread/beta this :D