A/N: Final and third story of the series, sequel to "Wishing Well." Alrighty folks! You asked for it! I'm going to need a lot of support in order to complete the story fully, so please leave a review or two and let me know what you think! Keep in mind it's only the beginning. Anyway, ENJOY READING! =]
Warning: This story contains some inappropriate language and lots of angst/drama! Just so you know.
I N T R O D U C T I O N
"Written In Pen"
Living life for the last six weeks and five days in the hospital has been brutally painful. I was under critical condition, receiving medical attention through and through. I've gone through numerous x-rays, vision and hearing tests, and blood transfusions...you name it. Luckily, the hospital found someone with the same blood type as mine who generously donated their blood to me. If that wasn't the case, I wouldn't be here. I thank God each and every day for giving me another chance in life. And still today, I'm praying and hoping for another chance in love.
It was about two years ago when I first laid my eyes on her. God, she was beautiful. Even my little brother thought so. "Fine" is his word to describe her. But she was more than that. To me, it was her elegance and eternal beauty throughout her physical and inner appearance. As much as I wanted to hate her...I was beginning to fall for her even deeper than before; Deep enough to never fall again, and hopeless to even get back up for that matter. What could I do? I had a reason to hate her. She belonged to my brother for good.
Once we met for the first time, she immediately built an interest in my brother, or so I assumed. And apparently, it went the same for him. Whenever we had plans, he would have her come along with us, leaving me in such an emotional and mental state. Why? I just couldn't abide to see them flirt with one another. The guys would joke around with the so-called "couple" as I stand there and laugh along to prevent them from gaining any suspicions. It bugged the hell out of me. I even tried convincing my brother to ask her out so they would be finally together, but him being a timid, shy guy and all, it never happened. And where does that leave me? -- Even more pain and pure jealousy. With that feeling going around, I just had to separate myself from her, which is why we barely even got along. And to be honest, it worked...for awhile.
Before graduating ninja school, my brother and I received a great opportunity of a lifetime-- The chance to ride pro at Factor Blue in our 250s. Apparently, I decided to turn down the offer. It was probably stupid of me to, but I wanted to live an easier life, lay back, and relax after years of training at the Thunder Ninja Academy and finally destroying that sick bastard, Lothor. I wanted my life back.
So then after graduation, he told everyone the news. We were all happy and excited for the guy, but I knew she was hurt in the inside. I wouldn't blame her though. She really liked my brother, and didn't want him to leave. But unfortunately, she knew it was time to move on. I have to admit; it felt weird and empty not having him around.
During his absence, life became a wild rollercoaster; where no other would dare to go on. Where your mind fills you in with utter confusion and mixed emotions. Where dreams were once nightmares, and nightmares turn into reality--creating a path to the gates of insure happiness. Where love rose above me again and suddenly crumpled into pieces of jealousy, hatred, and betrayal. Oh how love is so damn cruel to come up with ways to hurt people! I hated it. I once fell into that shit hole, as I would call it, and it definitely killed me and I swore to myself that I wouldn't fall in love again...or so I thought.
Eventually, she and I grown a lot closer, and later on, we finally got together. I felt bad, but then again I had to take that chance before losing it again. I loved her so much, even more than he did. We've fought and struggled through so many obstacles in both our lives to get where we're at and I was proud of that. Gratefully, my brother felt fine with it and accepted us together. I had to remind him that it was his choice to leave, and mine alone to stay. Fate has its ways. Things were flowing perfectly, until it hit me again. Our past entered once again to our lives and became the destruction and the end of our wonderful relationship, hurting us with passionate kisses and comfort.
And now here I am. Sitting on a couch, with my banged up legs resting on the coffee table, writing on this journal of mine that I'd never written on before. Things were usually kept to myself, but I could no longer fight back the urge to share it with a pen and a few sheets of paper. It's been long months since I last saw her; lying beside me on the sandy shores; near to her fallen death. I was told she was being transferred to hospital after hospital at a life or death situation. Who knows where she's taken to, or even alive at the moment? I just want to see her, but it hurts to even know her condition. I don't want to know anymore. It hurts to know.
Till this day, I continue to stare at her picture every night as the scent of her still lingers in my mind. Cold and long, empty nights filled in the room as I drop to my knees and ask for one thing, and one thing only.
Hope for no more crying.
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