Infatuation
In Which Len Observes
What is infatuation?
(I can answer that. Infatuation is the obsession with an individual. Or in this case, an obsession with Rin Kagamine.)
I'm Len.
I'm an addict.
And I'm addicted to Rin Kagamine.
Wait, wait. Look:
A foolish and usually extravagant passion or love or admiration.
I don't love. Or admire.
I obsess.
Let... Let me try again. Hold on. My name is Len. Len Kagamine. I'm 17. I attend Crypton High.
I write. Not in a diary. But in a journal. Journal, not diary. Capiche?
(I write about her.)
I write poetry. I love poetry. It's so bittersweet. Unachieved dreams. False hope. Love that acts as an infatuation.
There's that word again. Infatuation, infatuation, infatuation.
I have glasses. They break often. Or somebody wrenches them from my face and throws them on the ground and steps on them. Second more often than the first.
(Do you think she notices when I'm being tossed around like a rag doll with no purpose?)
Nobody really notices me. But I notice everybody. I know what he did to her last night behind closed doors. I know that they're arguing about which lunch meat is better. I know that their break-up is so harsh on her that she cuts and he doesn't care. I know that he's cheating on her with her, her, and even her- That girl who wears fake glasses and takes pictures of everything, only to post them on Instagram and fish for attention and compliments.
But Rin's not like that.
I'm fucking messed up. Awkward, I just- I have no place in this dark world but to hide in the shadows and watch them, watch her.
(Does she know I exist?)
One last time. I'll try one last time to introduce you to her, to introduce you to the most beautiful, quirky, hated girl on the planet.
More hated than even me.
Why is she hated so much? The one question I cannot answer. But they can't hurt her. They can't even touch her. She's protected by her shell, even if shells are easily disposed once they are full.
My name is Len, and I have an infatuation with Rin Kagamine.
Bit weird, no? Review~