"Then...Well, there are a lot of things...Umm...Thinking that her behavior and personality and such are cute...Wanting to protect her...And wanting her to always be with you..." Seiji, Love So Life
The young, dark haired man walked with no direction in his mind at all, because talking to his friends certainly wasn't going to help. Oh, he could just see their smirks if he told them even half of what he was thinking…
He wanted to protect her forever. But he couldn't. She was running away, and he couldn't do anything. She was hiding something, he was sure: something that was hurting her, and she wouldn't let him help her. He wanted to hold her ad stroke her hair and tell her everything was alright-but she pushed him away, literally. Flat on his back. And that, he thought, hurt. In more ways than one.
Bump. Whoops. "Ahh, I'm sorry, I…Nakamura-san?" He took in the sight of the thin, weeping girl, and realized quite suddenly just how frail she really was. His face darkened, and she winced as she saw the frown spreading across his face. "I'm sorry I-!" "Stop that!" His arms wrapped themselves around her tightly, pulling her protectively to his chest. "Stop saying that. Now, what's wrong?" She sobbed quietly into his chest. "This…this used to be my house. It was always old, but…but I thought that, this at least, after so much has changed, I thought that my home would still be here, but…" he looked at the tall, new school that stood in front of them. His arms squeezed her tighter, and his lips found themselves pressed gently against her forehead. He smiled at her startled expression, and, taking out the handkerchief she'd given him, he began to dab gently at the tears that still streamed down her cheeks. "You know…your old house may be gone, but you can always come home to us." Him, the twins, couldn't she see? They all needed her desperately. This caused another outburst of tears that he held her through, rocking her in the now dimming light. "Let's go home, Nakamura-san." Home.
