(01/01) Bitter
TITLE: Bitter
AUTHOR: jaricchi @ lj
PAIRING: Sho x Arashi
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: ???
GENRE: Angst/Drama
TYPE: Drabble
SUMMARY: 'I guess I'll live another year bitter.' He sighed. 'Why couldn't it have been me?'
Author's Note: LAST of the monsters I wrote in my hour of loneliness. Promise no more after this. Dedicated to aishizuki, bec I miss her.
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Bitter
Sho held his phone like a lifeline. He stared at the bright screen; mocking him, daring him, and he bit his lip in frustration.
'Five minutes till midnight' he thought and mentally pushed himself to turn on his phone. 'Go on, Sho--we don't need another year being bitter. Call him. NOW.'
He stared at the screen a few more seconds and quickly keyed in the phone number he had so memorized so well.
But just before he could enter the last digit, his phone rang. He had a split second decision to either reject it or accept. It was a LITERAL no brainer.
"Sakurai Sho here" he answered smoothly, already dreading the conversation.
"Sho-chan..." a very familiar voice spoke on the other end. "Ah." Sho commented, "Happy New Year."
The other chuckled. "Happy New Year."
They fell in comfortable silence (although Sho's eyes hurt, surpressing tears just because you're hearing his voice was pathetic!) until he heard a THWACK. Sho had to hold back his laughter when he heard the other person moan and whine in pain.
He could hear argument muffled by something on the other end. Sho couldn't help but give a sad smile. 'They're perfect together.'
He closed his eyes and breathed deeply and looked at the extravagant fireworks outside. His tears slowly falling down his face despite the smile plastered on.
'I guess I'll live another year bitter.' he mused.
He gave a pained sigh as the argument on the other side escalate into fits of giggles, the phone obviously forgotten.
'Why couldn't it have been me?'
'Why?'
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Author's Note: And this is the final pain I'll provide.
AUTHOR: jaricchi @ lj
PAIRING: Sho x Arashi
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: ???
GENRE: Angst/Drama
TYPE: Drabble
SUMMARY: 'I guess I'll live another year bitter.' He sighed. 'Why couldn't it have been me?'
Author's Note: LAST of the monsters I wrote in my hour of loneliness. Promise no more after this. Dedicated to aishizuki, bec I miss her.
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Bitter
Sho held his phone like a lifeline. He stared at the bright screen; mocking him, daring him, and he bit his lip in frustration.
'Five minutes till midnight' he thought and mentally pushed himself to turn on his phone. 'Go on, Sho--we don't need another year being bitter. Call him. NOW.'
He stared at the screen a few more seconds and quickly keyed in the phone number he had so memorized so well.
But just before he could enter the last digit, his phone rang. He had a split second decision to either reject it or accept. It was a LITERAL no brainer.
"Sakurai Sho here" he answered smoothly, already dreading the conversation.
"Sho-chan..." a very familiar voice spoke on the other end. "Ah." Sho commented, "Happy New Year."
The other chuckled. "Happy New Year."
They fell in comfortable silence (although Sho's eyes hurt, surpressing tears just because you're hearing his voice was pathetic!) until he heard a THWACK. Sho had to hold back his laughter when he heard the other person moan and whine in pain.
He could hear argument muffled by something on the other end. Sho couldn't help but give a sad smile. 'They're perfect together.'
He closed his eyes and breathed deeply and looked at the extravagant fireworks outside. His tears slowly falling down his face despite the smile plastered on.
'I guess I'll live another year bitter.' he mused.
He gave a pained sigh as the argument on the other side escalate into fits of giggles, the phone obviously forgotten.
'Why couldn't it have been me?'
'Why?'
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Author's Note: And this is the final pain I'll provide.