Once Again
- Stop messing with my head-
It started out innocently enough. A text message that bridged a five year silence. She couldn't believe when the reply came. From that day on, it has been a flurry of meetups. Or could I even call it a meeting of friends? She shook her head in an attempt to clear it of the confusion that has been setting in the last few days. Their relationship has been complicated to say the least. Even before the HiME festival. It has always been like this. She looked back on the flurry of meet-ups and the flurry of rejections that came with. Am I a sucker for being stood up? Why do I do this to myself? Now she really feels like hitting her head against something hard, preferably really hard. Not that it would do me much good, but the pain would be a good distraction? She has changed so much over the past five years that it intrigues her. A sigh and a loud thump were heard.
The brunette dropped her head on her desk. The latest text message was just as confusing and as misleading as the rest had been. So maybe, I'm guilty of flirting, of moving the conversation from friends to borderline flirtations…but she reciprocated so what does it mean? She remembered a week ago while she was rushing off to the airport to send a friend off her phone pinged with a text. Probably the most important text ever. Pft. Natsuki did confess in a roundabout sense? Oh why oh why do I have to tell her to take all the time she needs and just see where we end up? I should have just made her decide there and then what our relationship is. Despite her attempts to get a rise out of the bluenette, the replies she had gotten had proved time and time again that she has failed miserably. So maybe, she doesn't like me at all…I mean, who tells a person that they are kinda attracted to the person and yet stood them up the very next day?
A groan. This is worse than running a company. She pulled the financial statements of the company that the Fujino Corp. has plans of acquiring to her. Work. Just concentrate on work. Bzzt. Bzzt. The light on her blackberry started flashing. She unlocked her phone and read the text. This again? Sometimes she wished that things are as clear cut as financial statements and assurance can always be seek from a third party expert. Where am I to find an assurance for the affairs of the heart? She stared at the text for a long while. Five years ago, you left and distanced yourself from me. After what happened during the carnival, it is understandable. But why, after so many years, we are here at the very same position that we once were again. Try as she might, she couldn't stop herself from thinking about the horrendously complex relationship they shared. I can feel a headache coming and this time it's not from the endless papers I need to read. Raising her fingers to her temples, she tried to soothe her aching head while examining the figures in front of her. Bzzt. Her phone vibrated again. Guessing who sent the text, she refused to allow it to distract her. That tactic only lasted fifteen minutes. Grabbing her phone and unlocking it, she read the text. How am I supposed to reply this? They really should be teaching this kind of stuff in school and not whatever that the education system is feeding our youths these days. She thought about it long and hard. Enough is enough. A month of playing the "guess-if-i-love-you-or-i-love-you-not" game is taking their toll on her. Maybe this time, just maybe…Natsuki, I'm the one to walk away from the possibility of "us". With that in mind, she set out to compose her reply. After hitting the send button, she buried her phone at the bottom of her bag.