Fanfiction: Cri de Coeur

Please come now, I think I'm falling,
I’m holding on to all I think is safe…
- Creed, One Last Breath

She thought she could get used to it.

She thought, one day, she would simply not feel it anymore.

She would not feel how they always left together.

She would not feel how she started knowing him better, how she was relegated from first to know to somewhere along the last.

She would not feel left out.

She would not feel alone.

But it was clear that she was wrong.

Simply wrong.

Every look they share, every touch they feel, every word they speak would annoyed her. It would irritate her. It would frustrate her. It made her want to scream to the world, saying that he belongs to her and only her. It made her feel like her heart was shriveling, crushed into minute pieces.

It pained her.

And so, here she was, standing awkwardly out in the rain, waiting for someone to answer the doorbell.

The door slid open to reveal and orange haired teen whose amber eyes portrayed curiosity at her and the water dripping down her wet black hair.

“Ichigo,” she took a deep breath, “I need to tell you something.”

Cri de Coeur noun
a passionate appeal, complaint or protest