I find myself crying in my room at this point. I’m tired and have seen something way beyond unbelievable. The past few hours have been complete horror for me, Ichigo Momomiya. I just recently turned 17, and have been with my boyfriend, Aoyama for about 5 years. That has all changed in the several hours that have just passed, and to think it all began like this:

The leaves were changing to a bright autumn color as I strolled down a path. The same path that I have been guided to work and to dates with. I stop to look at a bench that has also been in my life for a while, and I sigh. It would only be hours before I saw Aoyama again. I continue down my path. It had been about 4 years since I was a mew mew, yet I continue to go to the café and work. Oh well. It is always nice to receive a paycheck, but the café brings a familiarity over me. I also find myself thinking about someone… someone that I care for, and I shouldn’t think about him, yet I do.

I enter the café to find a working Mint (shocker), a happy Lettuce, a (as usual) crazy Pudding, and a calm Zakuro. The fondness surrounds me. Customers were more than plentiful that day. I was working, tired none the less, as a blonde hair girl stops me. “Are you Ichigo Momomiya?” her green eyes stone hard. “I…I am. Is there a problem?” The girl’s body tightens, “No, not yet. Thank you anyway.” She walks off, her short hair swaying with her steps. What was that supposed to mean? Was that a warning? I was going to find out soon.

After the shop closed I decided to check on Aoyama. I walked, no, I ran down the path with excitement. I hadn’t seen him in about 2 months, and I had been waiting for this date. I got to the park to find him sitting on the bench, as though he had been waiting for a while. He was looking a different direction, and as I was about to call his name he smiled a winning smile. I was confused, because he hadn’t seen me yet he was smiling my smile.

I took a step forward, about to set him straight, when the blonde girl from the cafe walked toward him. They kissed, and I let out a screech. He then saw me and crept toward me, but I wouldn’t let him do that. I started to run, he was yelling “Matte! (Wait!) Matte!” but I kept running until I was at my house. I would hold myself together until I got to my room. The stairs seemed endless and when I reached my room I shut the door cautiously.

I slumped against my bed letting the pain engulf me, and the energy I once had drain out of me. I started to cry, the salty hot tears streaming down my face. I heard a noise outside, and decided to check it out. The window was slightly foggy, and you couldn’t see anything out of it. I fell against the bed unaware that amber eyes were watching me.