Title: Broken Smile

Author: anatagasuki

Genre: Drama, Romance

Pairing: Rukawax(decide for yourself XD)

Notes: It's a drabble. It's pointless, useless and completely foolish. You have been warned into reading crap XD

Warnings: OCCness

Disclaimers: I just wished I owned them. Unfortunately, life is unfair.

The sparkle.

Skyscrapers reached a hundred feet above the ground. I sighed as the glass door opened and the guard swiveled to greet me properly. He was wearing a respective white and blue uniform which belonged to common policemen.

The wind.

I tried to grasp the air made of pesky carbon-dioxide. Air-conditioned. The whole building. Choking too. But that's the way it is. That's the way the Rukawa Estate Building was built.

The people.

Those socialites wore all their designer dresses, and their faces twinkled with cosmetic products. They gave me weird winks; ones I was already used to, but I still despise. And the men--they threw me both envious and respectful glances.

The music.

It was melodious and smooth to perfection, but the song was cold and emotionless. It just spoke about people--people who were bitches and bastards who only cared about money. No soul, no heart. It didn't speak about life and love, of passion and happiness.

It didn't speak of her smile.

The smile.

It was absent, her smile. Before I always saw it there, but now it was missing.

It was missing-replaced with a forced beam. And tearful eyes.

And my gaze met hers.

The words.

I wanted to tell her I really cared, and that I wouldn't be here if not for that one fuck of a reason, but now's not the time.

More words.

More useless words.

A thousand and one words that could've changed our lives, but now they're pretty much useless.

More unspoken words.

I needed to tell her I don't want to hang my arms around this new approaching woman, this one who looked like a goddess in everybody's eyes but a devil in mine. I hated the fact I'd have to do this; that I have to be with this soulless, vain doll.

The twinkling lights.

The chandelier hung luxuriously on the high ceiling, and the way they shine on your eyes made me feel a thousand times more penitent, and my regrets flowed back as if they were there just yesterday--and not ten years ago.

The claps.

I stepped on the stage, and I challenge you to stand up and talk, and tell the truth, but you don't.

Instead you smile bitterly and join the clapping.

And I lose hope.

The voices.

"Congratulations on your engagement, Rukawa-san."

I can't feel the pain surge on me as I stare at your broken smile; a smile that will never be whole again.

END