Cruel Humor

"I hope you're amused, now."

The word tumbles out of his grim mouth like water, spilling all over the place and flooding the room, drowning her. She wants to gasp for air, wants to form a response, an excuse, an apology, but instead she just stares at him, and his amber irises consume her topaz hues with a single glare.

His gaze is steady but his voice is shaking and broken and she can feel something within her shatter when he asks, "Did you even care?" Her eyes fly away to rest upon the violet storm on his head, the disarrayed cape splayed across his shoulders, the line of saltwater staining his cheeks―

She wants to reach for him, wants to kiss away his doubts and her fears, wants to erase their past and simply let him know. She loves him, she cherishes him, she admires him, she adores him, she―

"You're cruel, Mashiro."

She broke him.


A/N: This was originally the prologue of a much long story I had planned to write, but inspiration is fleeting and nothing good came after this.