Naota sighed.
The great Haruko had left a long time ago. Five years...was it five years already? He was already in highschool, memories of his childhood, of junior high, of the Vespa Woman...
He was alone. At least...that's what he wanted to think. He wanted to believe that his brother had left him like his mother, his father could never really be there for him, not like Tasuka was.
He wanted to be misunderstood, that nobody on earth could possibly begin to understand the hell he'd been put through. It was true though...no one could understand what he went through. It was too much for a kid his age...fires, his brother leaving, Canti,school, people, crazy people, Haruko,...
Haruko...he blushed at the memory. That was lame, stupid, childish, everything he tried so hard not to be.
He...he remembered the kiss...again. The moment when his mask dropped, when his facade ceased, when everything was pure, therefore childish...
Maybe that was why Haruko went away. "...you're just a kid," she had said. For in the end, that's all he was, a little kid trying to be a grown up...
Sitting by the river again. He carried her guitar around. Everywhere.
Hoping maybe it'd be a beacon for her, to guide her back to him.
He sighed.
He had this thought before. Every word, emotion, had been said, felt, chewed until it was flavorless, but stubborness kept at it, chewing the stale piece of gum for the memory of its sweetness.
"Haruko..."
He wanted her to be the spark that made his heart beat faster. The strange girl that brought flavor into his life. But the memory didn't hold the same sweetness, like the gum, it eventually got stale.
He wouldn't admit to himself that Haruko was just a childhood crush. She was...too good. She wasn't a toy you loved then put into the attic to forget.
She was special. She the embodiment of everything he wanted whether he knew it or not. She was...perfect.
He couldn't think of her as anything less than that.
He'd keep chewing until the day he died.
xx bad, bad fic i threw together five minutes ago, there's more to it, if I ever get around to doing it...
The great Haruko had left a long time ago. Five years...was it five years already? He was already in highschool, memories of his childhood, of junior high, of the Vespa Woman...
He was alone. At least...that's what he wanted to think. He wanted to believe that his brother had left him like his mother, his father could never really be there for him, not like Tasuka was.
He wanted to be misunderstood, that nobody on earth could possibly begin to understand the hell he'd been put through. It was true though...no one could understand what he went through. It was too much for a kid his age...fires, his brother leaving, Canti,school, people, crazy people, Haruko,...
Haruko...he blushed at the memory. That was lame, stupid, childish, everything he tried so hard not to be.
He...he remembered the kiss...again. The moment when his mask dropped, when his facade ceased, when everything was pure, therefore childish...
Maybe that was why Haruko went away. "...you're just a kid," she had said. For in the end, that's all he was, a little kid trying to be a grown up...
Sitting by the river again. He carried her guitar around. Everywhere.
Hoping maybe it'd be a beacon for her, to guide her back to him.
He sighed.
He had this thought before. Every word, emotion, had been said, felt, chewed until it was flavorless, but stubborness kept at it, chewing the stale piece of gum for the memory of its sweetness.
"Haruko..."
He wanted her to be the spark that made his heart beat faster. The strange girl that brought flavor into his life. But the memory didn't hold the same sweetness, like the gum, it eventually got stale.
He wouldn't admit to himself that Haruko was just a childhood crush. She was...too good. She wasn't a toy you loved then put into the attic to forget.
She was special. She the embodiment of everything he wanted whether he knew it or not. She was...perfect.
He couldn't think of her as anything less than that.
He'd keep chewing until the day he died.
xx bad, bad fic i threw together five minutes ago, there's more to it, if I ever get around to doing it...