You feel something for me, right?

I mean, you have to feel something. Anything. I wish that you could love me. Hell, I wish anyone could love me. But if I amuse you, or annoy you, or even make you hate me, I'd be okay with that too.

Just, please, feel something.

I couldn't live with the though of your apathy. It could destroy me. It would destroy me.

Do you know why I freeze every time Muraki touches me? Because he wants me. I can almost see it it's so strong a want. And because he needs me. Where would he be without me to want? Even while I detest his touch and wince at his voice, I cherish that he feels anything towards me.

Gods, how I wish I knew how you felt. Can you feel? For me, could you do it? Forget your pain so you could heal mine? So we both could heal? Or would you hate me for my selfishness?

I can hear you calling me now, the underlying thread of annoyance now common in your voice. So I close my book and skip down the stairs to pounce on your back, ask you when we're going to eat, and see the annoyance I heard in your voice flash in your emerald green eyes.

Please never stop feeling for me.