HimuroXReader- Amnesia

Himuro Tatsuya woke up to faint sunlight filtering through the blinds of his room. A thin breeze blew through the open window, moving his hair so it tickled his nose. He smiled slightly, waiting for a drowsy "Good morning, Tatsuya." But it never came. The only thing in his arms was a pillow.

He sat up slowly and glanced outside, staring at the park bench they'd met at. The place they'd shared their first kiss and the place he'd last seen her. He licked his lips, hoping for a vague taste of her cheery chapstick, but he tasted nothing.

He forced himself to get out of bed. He'd seen her face around Yosen , but she never glanced his way. His ex-girlfriend, ______.

They'd been the perfect couple. Himuro was the man guys wanted to be and his girlfriend was the one they wanted. Girls envied ______ not only for her boyfriend, but her appearance and intellect. Their life was a storybook romance; filled with chocolates, flowers, love notes, and soft kisses.

He remembered the exact day ______ had broken up with him. He'd been waiting at their special place, the bench just across his house. The four o'clock bus had arrived and dropped off one passenger. A crying ______.

Himuro's first instinct was to rush over and hug her, asking what her tears were for. He tried, but _____ pushed him away. Every time he stepped towards her, she moved back. Her eyeliner was smudged, her mascara ran down her cheeks in little rivers, her usually sparkly eyes were red from crying.

"It's over." She'd said between hiccups and sobs. "I'm sorry..."

And then she'd ran off, refusing to look back or wait for an answer. Himuro had chased her, but after a block he realized she wasn't stopping. She didn't want him to follow. She didn't want him to comfort her. She didn't love him anymore.

He spent many sleepless nights thinking about that day. He'd tried to find out what he did wrong, what he did to possibly push her away.

Was he just to absorbed in basketball that she felt neglected? Ignored? Unwanted?

He snuck glances at _____ between classes, but she showed no signs of heartbreak. She laughed with her friends, smiled, and moved as she always had. He noticed her touching other guys, whether is was a playful slap, hug, or whatever else, it only made his heart shatter again.

Himuro still had all the pictures they'd taken. He admitted to looking at them in extreme moments of loneliness. They made him feel some sort of beautiful sadness. He'd smile, then feel like crying.

Every night he'd stare out the window and wish for it to stop. He wanted an answer. He couldn't bare the though that's she'd moved on while he was still picking up the pieces of their destroyed relationship.

His friends and teammates even took notice of his demeanor change. He'd zone off during class, reliving moments with _____. It seemed so unreal that _____ was fine. Was it possible that their bond was a lie?

Himuro sighed at the end of the day, looking at the full moon. He laid down and curled up in a little ball of a person, clutching his heart. He prayed that _____ would be beside him when he awoke, as if the whole thing was some twisted dream. He squeezed his hazel eyes shut, biting the inside of his cheek until it bled.

"I still love you." He whispered, a tear silently slipping out.