It doesn't only happen in movies.

Mai-chan

"But... I love him." Was my only reason.

I met him when I was young. Yes, we were childhood friends, rivals in stuff, but we've developed feelings for each other. I didn't know how, but it just happened...

The day when he told me he love me was the day I felt like I was in heaven. I felt so nervous, so excited, so happy, so... loved. I was never close with anyone else, my mom didn't want a daughter, my dad was always busy with his job, my brother didn't want a sister like me. My best friends had a lot of things to do since they were rich. I have a lot of best friends; well, to be exact, we are 7 in our circle of friends. He was there, along with the 3 other boys in our group, and me along with the 2 other girls.

We could actually be referred as nerds, but people are waaaay more smart than to call my friends that. First of all, looks. They had looks of models, unlike me. Second was wealth. I am nothing but a commoner compared to him.

But why does he like me...?

It was fun being with him. I love him so much. I love the way he hugs me, protects me with his warm body. The way he smiles warmly at me, which he barely does to other people. The way he laughs, yes, his rich, contagious laugh. The way he talks to me with his deep voice... The way he softly seals my lips with his...

I thought he loved me the way I loved him... But why did he call so early in the morning to tell me we were breaking up and he was leaving for another country? That there was a good opportunity for him from his grandfather? That there was a better girl for him? Why did he tell me he lost interest of me? Why did he tell me that he didn't love me anymore? WHY?

I cried. That's all I could do. I was so heartbroken, I loved him with all my heart. Yes, all my heart. I could do anything for him. There was still hope. Even a droplet of hope in a huge jug. Hop that he still loves me and would come back for me.

I overworked myself. Made my friends and family worry. Never slept. Never ate. At least that was a way for keeping myself from thinking of him. I graduated high school, then university, then qualified for a top position job. I was accepted, then I would overwork myself again.

More than three years passed by, now I'm 23 years old. I still had that droplet in the huge jar. It was painful to think of him, too painful. I loved, no, still love him since the day we met. I tried to think of him as an arrogant bastard, a heartless jerk, an ungrateful bastard... that never loved me. My heart is being stabbed over and over again every time I hear his name. Every time girls talk about him. Every time I see him in the television, since he was the heir of a successful company.

Every time his face is showed live, why did he look so cold? So heartless? So... pained? I guess I would never know. He was distant, in a faraway country from here. I would never see him... or that was what I thought.

I remember that day, the day when my mom tried to tell me something on the phone, but I cut her off because I was late. The day when I ran down my high rise apartment then sped off with my car. The day when I parked my car, then pressed the 50th floor button in the elevator. The day when I barged into my own office, and caught the glimpse of his light brown hair. The day where I saw his guilty and pained face.

The day where I let my tears flow since he left.

He went near me and trapped me to the wall so I couldn't escape. My feeling were driving me crazy, I felt mad at this bastard for leaving then returning for me, yet I also felt happy. He stared at me through the eye and explained everything. Everything including why he left.

It turned out that he left because of me.

He left because his grandfather would kill me. What was this, a love movie? Because this is what usually happens. He left because
I would get harmed. He's lying, right? He left because he loved me.

Then he kissed me.

My mind wanted me to wanted to push him away. My heart wanted to pull him closer. My body did what the heart wanted.

We still loved each other, after all.

Too bad, his grandfather both shot us dead.

At least we lived happily ever after in heaven... at least he would be mine forever.