Forgotten

Yami no Kaze · Forgotten

a/n: so i guess i'm just a little depressed right now. anyway this is a short angsty like Hisoka pov.

Hisoka stared over at his sleeping lover.

He sleeps so soundly...
Hot tears slipped from his eyes as he looked away.

If he only knew he'd hurt me...

Quietly he got out of bed and went down into the living room.

It's too quiet when he's not awake. I wish it had been more important to him.
Hisoka felt unimportant.

It's one thing to forget, but to just blow it off like it was nothing at all...

He sighed as he sat down at the desk where Hijiri did the bills.

You love me Hijiri...right?

He looked up at the stars out the window for a moment before turning on the desk lamp.

Dear Hijiri.
It's been a wonderful year and I love you very much.

He sighed again and crumbled it.

My Loving Hijiri.
Can you believe it's already been a year?

He shook his head as he crumbled that one too.

Hijiri...
I give up. I tried to make this sound like i'm not hurt, but damn it...I thought I was important to you. I get that you forgot and that was okay. But when I reminded you...

He scratched that out as well and tossed the pen across the room.

Forget it...I'll just try to go back to sleep.

He curled up on the couch and fell into a light sleep.

He loves me...
He thought this even in his sleep.

I think so...

laustic

That's so sad! Poor Hisoka, but I have to say that I like how he tried writing out his feelings, his questions. This is the stuff good angst is made of.

Editor

Sad and a little atmospheric somehow. Poor Hisoka, and Hijiri's soundly asleep during all this angst. I think thats the most potent part.