Night came as the snow began to flood the tip of my shoes. I looked around me with an unbearable feeling of anxious toward the darkened sky. No moon, no stars, no nothing tonight. As expected, the gray clouds had turned black, and the black had covered up the navy sphere. My heart pounded like crazy from thoughts.
Thoughts of him.
I didn't know what to do, but ran here with frozen breaths flying out in front of my eyes…along with my cold tears that were supposed to be warm…
Why does he hate me so much?
Wind blew slightly through these thick and patterned sweaters as if they were thin like a piece of paper…cutting my skin. I clang onto the chains of a swing. It was full of snow on top of the seat, looked cold enough to keep an ice cream for days without being melted. A knit on the eyebrow killed my sad frown into a frustrated one, as I brushed off the white ice off of the red swing seat. Of course, I'm not going to sit on it, but crouching; just hope I won't fall for my clumsiness. These cold tears are drying my skin like a rotten tomato. It was hard to even make a blink. The unhappy gaze seemed to make things more still than they already were. Snow. The pitch black background with white filling the ice was like an scene from a dramatic movie I'd seen before. I would love this more if I was to feel romantic, but…
It had only made me more depressed now. All black and white in my eyes, nothing else, nothing more. Where had the colors of my life gone to? Or maybe is it because I felt broken hearted…for the first time ever since I'd started liking someone so dearly then rejected. Drips will continue, drops will fall. That was not enough for me to be satisfied my sadness. It was screaming across my mind, blinding my every sight...as I closed my eyes with bitterness between the lines. Footsteps and everything around became louder as if they were coming toward me to shoot me down from this stance. I was distracted from the noise til the last thing I heard was of the next swing. My eyes went wide opened with pupils resembling panics. A pop of a bubble punched me straight in the face, knocking me out of a blank.
"H...Hiruma...san..." I gagged.
He was also crouching upon the swing beside, who knows when and how long, but there was no doubt that he had saw me crying quietly upon the thickened silence; as he casually chewed violently unto the pink bubblegum. The shockin gappearance got me hanging by the chains as I slipped through the air. Pain was what came to my mind. The fingertips that touched, the arms that held, and the body that warmed. A familiar scent played around with my head. Ehh...He caught me, by a blink of an eye...Automatically my arms bursted around his shoulders, feeling a cold drip streaming down my cheek. It was not snow.
"Careful." He said calmly, I landed on my feet.
"T...thanks." Gagging I was.
A light smile lid upon his devilish face, and our gentle lips caressed.