It was faster than I thought. The revision, I mean.

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The Seven Heartbreaking Chapters of Her Life

Written by: keaRy anCe

Chapter One

"The Bible Verse"

"Thank you Yuu, for that very, er, knowledgeable essay."

The class representative nodded and went back to his seat.

"You can read your essay now, Mikan-chan." Narumi smiled warmly at her from the front of the classroom. Months ago, Mr. Narumi had assigned an essay to them, regarding love. Today they had to recite it to the class.

The students of Class B turned their eyes to a brunette who sat at the back of the room. Mikan Sakura lifted her head from her gaze on the floor and stood up, making her way towards the front, her eyes oddly red and puffy. Like she had been crying the entire night.

The sixteen year old girl had a dismal expression on her face. It looked so out of place on her; normally, she was the life and soul of their class. The other students eyed her. Some with pity, some with smugness, others with concern. But either way, she stood her ground and glanced at the blonde teacher.

"Should I start now, Mr. Narumi?" she asked softly. He nodded. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and spoke.

"'Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.' A passage taken from the book of Corinthians.

The feeling of love can be explained in many ways. I'm sure we've all felt love at one point in our lives. For me, love is when my father tells me I'm still his little girl, every night before I go to sleep, even though I'm far from little now. Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, and he wears it every day. Love is in the form of my friends, who choose to ignore my moodiness on bad days, and take it upon themselves to cheer me up. But trying to define love in the first place is complicated in itself. And complication, for me, results to emotional blindness. That is why I concluded that love is also blind..."

Students made way back to their homes after a long and tiring day in school. Mikan was whining and was thrashing herself before her stoic and cold best friend, Hotaru Imai. Anna Umenomiya and Nonoko Osagawara sighed as they watched the two arguing. It was because of the upcoming examinations that Mikan was being childish and Hotaru even colder.

"Geez, Hotaru, just help the girl. It's the best way to stop her," Nonoko said, giggling with Anna. Mikan and Hotaru's antics were so familiar to them, that they ended up pleading with Mikan's case to stop the arguing.

"Yeah, I know, right? Jinno's math problems kill me a little inside," laughed Anna.

Hotaru glared icily at them. "I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times. Study on your own and don't bother me." At the looks she received from the other girls, she sighed and pulled something out of her bag. "Here are the questions that'll most likely be included in the exams. Just go study at the library or something. There. I've helped you now. Don't bother me."

"You're amazing, Hotaru!" chorused Anna and Nonoko.

"What, are you serious? HOTARU! I love you so, so, so much! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Mikan bounced on her heels ecstatically. There's one load off her shoulders. She turned to the twins. "Hey, you guys, wanna come to the library with me?"

Anna shook her head. "I've got to cook dinner tonight."

"And I've got a report to do. Maybe next time," Nonoko said apologetically. Mikan smiled at them reassuringly and the four parted ways.

She was now searching for the library when she bumped to somebody.

"Ah, sorry Ruka-pyon." Mikan said, laughing a little. "I wasn't paying attention."

The blonde-haired heartthrob of Sumiasen High School blushed at her smile. To cover it, he glanced at his wristwatch. "It's fine. By the way, what are you doing here? It's kinda late,"

"Library. Exams are in a few weeks, and if I don't pass, my mom's gonna kill me!" Mikan grinned, scratching the back of her head sheepishly.

Ruka Nogi smiled shyly at her. "Good luck on your studies. Do you need any help? The library's going to close soon."

The girl shook her head. "Nah, I'm fine. Thanks for the offer, though."

"You sure?"

She laughed. "Yes, I'm sure Ruka-pyon. I'll see you later."

Mikan headed in the direction of the library, only to see that Ruka was right, and it was closed. She wanted to hit herself. Way to go, Mikan, you idiot, she thought to herself. With nowhere else to go, she wandered around the place until she saw a dark-haired boy resting against a Sakura tree.

Mikan tried to approach the said guy and perhaps start a conversation with her classmate and— though she wouldn't admit it— crush. She stopped in her tracks, however, when she realized that he was having a rather heated conversation with another classmate, a girl with dark green hair that curled fashionably to the tips. She was his girlfriend and childhood friend. Suddenly, sadness crept through Mikan's veins, throbbing and causing her so much pain. The girl was a brat, a bitch, and quite a rebel. Albeit those, however, he loved her so much. Mikan couldn't believe it, but everyone said so, didn't they? It was the old adage 'love is blind' that probably kept their relationship for so long.

She bit her lip and frowned. Of all people, why did he have to choose Sumire? Mikan had never liked Sumire. But the thing Mikan hated about her most was the fact that she had Natsume all to herself.

She didn't want to hear anything, but couldn't resist when the voices were getting louder and the tree shook with the pressure somebody pressed on.

"Why the hell are you breaking up with me? Am I not good enough? Are you not satisfied?" Natsume shouted furiously. He shook Sumire's shoulders un-relentlessly. He just couldn't accept the fact that his girlfriend for seven months was now breaking up with him.

Sumire burst into tears. "I'm so sorry. It's just that... At first, things were going right, for once. But now, I don't know. Please. Give me time to find myself again, and when I'm ready, I'll tell you if there is still you and me," she explained tearfully, caressing the side of Natsume's face.

Natsume brought her to his chest and held her. "Sumire... don't do this to me."

"I have things to fix with my family," she continued, "Things I need to settle. You need to fix yours, too, Natsume. Please, even just for a while, find someone who can make you smile…" She seemed to have found it hard to blurt out the next words; "Someone who isn't me. After everything, after all these reconciliation… I'll be back, Natsume. I promise."

His voice was hoarse when he whispered his next words. "You're not going anywhere?" He sounded like a child, all manly pride gone, but he didn't seem to care. Sumire merely nodded and pressed her lips against his— probably, the last time. Neither knew when it will all begin once again.

Then all too soon, in Natsume's opinion, she broke away from him and walked away.

Mikan stood stiff. "I just witnessed the huge break up between the Hyuuga-Shouda couple," she told herself in a barely audible voice, as if she couldn't believe it. She sneaked a glance at him; he looked so distressed, and though she didn't admit it aloud, she was, too. "Sumire's a fool," she said. How could anyone let go of the most handsome, sought-after, incredible guy in school? She might be a bit biased but it wasn't just her opinion. She then decided to comfort Natsume for the sake of friendship and... well, for the sake of it.

"Hey, Natsume." He looked at her fiercely and looked away to wipe his wet eyes as she took a seat beside him. I love you, so much. "You don't need to hide that. I heard everything and, well, I'm sorry for prying." Natsume didn't say anything, but the quick movements and accidental escapes of low chokes gave away. She's a fool, Natsume. "Everything will be fine. Waiting for her may be painful but it's the best you can do." Look at me. "If you need help, I'll lend you a hand." I'll lend you my heart.

"This isn't your business, little girl," he said quite sternly.

He's trying to be cold and arrogant, Mikan silently remarked to herself.

"But if you want to help, you can."

Mikan looked up. Way beyond the universe. "Tell me how." Without wasting another second, he leaned towards her, eyes dry and redder than ever, filled with passion and life. Totally way beyond the universe. "W—what are you doing?" She stuttered, suddenly feeling nervous. She wasn't comfortable in that position with Natsume Hyuuga. Heck, she wasn't comfortable in any position with Natsume Hyuuga!

He suddenly pressed a finger to her lips. "You can have more than this, if you'll be my girl."

He said what? Oh God, he just said it! Natsume wants me to be his girlfriend! Wait; hold on a second, Mikan. This isn't right. "You're insane. You just broke up with Sumire."

She didn't realize what had happened until she felt his warm lips against hers once again. Time seemed to have stopped when Natsume leaned closer and kissed her, deeply and more roughly than earlier. Mikan knew she was too young for … for this, but right then, she didn't care, because she knew she loves him. His tongue travelled in her mouth, heady and deep and so damn good. It was like heaven for Mikan, even better.

When they broke apart, she was at lost; she felt like she had not breathed in so many years.

"What do you say, Polka dots?" She almost forgot that Natsume liked to tease her about her undergarment print.

Pervert. Hence, she smiled. "Yes, I'll be your girlfriend," and she wrapped her arms around him, caging him in her small arms.

Just like that, they were an official couple. Mikan was so filled with happiness, glad that she was his and he was hers. She didn't feel it was right, but she shouldn't be troubled. Sumire told Natsume to look for someone. Natsume found her. Technically, she found Natsume, but those didn't actually matter right now.

Hiding his hesitance, he tried to look positive, even at the smallest degree. He didn't feel anything; the kiss was nothing like he had with Sumire, and all he felt was the longing desire of his heart to feel Sumire in his arms again.


Mikan paused a while to wipe away a few tears with the back of her hand, but nevertheless continued.

"Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres..."


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