Forgive Me

After all this time, she was still all he thought about. It was all he could think about - how to get her back.

Dislcaimer:

I own nothing.

The evening sky was velvety navy, bleeding into black. Below on the cracking asphalt, a blonde male sat staring at the sky.

Lost, as always these days.

Everyone made it look so easy; relationships, male-female dynamics, love.

It wasn't easy.

If it was easy, the two of them would have been together; she would have been his. Instead, she had run off with that damned Tsuruga Ren, and left him sitting on his ass.

Then again, where else did Fuwa Sho belong these days?

Sho sighed and let his head lull back to rest against the side of his car. The cigarette between his fingers had been smoldering mercilessly, and after some time of building up, the excess ash fell at his feet.

Kyoko...his Kyoko.

He missed Mogami Kyoko like crazy, but he knew it was like this for a reason. He had been an immature, selfish teenager, and Kyoko had and did deserve better than a guy who would betray her, use her, and ultimately leave her.

Even so, the truth hurt like nothing else. Sho ground his cigarette into a crack beside him and shut his eyes.

Kyoko.

His Kyoko.

Another short Skip Beat drabble. I really do love Sho/Kyoko, but I feel it's easier to write from one of their perspectives in a thoughtful manner rather than a face-to-face relation between them.

If that makes sense.

Hope you like~