AN: No, this is not completed. It's actually a chronologic story, but one without a distinct timeline. It also has a story… kind of, at least. It will have five to ten moments; don't take me for my word, though. It could very well be finished at three as well.
moment one
Rima sighed heavily, her head turned to the side so that he couldn't see the faint traces of a smile. His fingers tapped across the old book on her desk. If she was slightly more poetic, she would've said that she could feel his stare on her like an invisible pressure. Alas: she wasn't. The room they were in – hers – was soundless aside from the rhythm he made. It was more than nerving.
In one, brusque movement, she was looking at him again. She could see the absolute seriousness in his eyes, the little cut on his cheek he'd gotten from a stray cat earlier that week, and his lips that stood thin as he nervously waited for her to accept.
"You're silly," she finally answered. It was almost funny to see his face shift, not knowing whether to be happy or just utterly confused like he was feeling. He ended up looking lost.
His fingers stopped moving. "… I am forgiven?" he asked her carefully. The rolling of her eyes was met by a stroke to her cheek. Gentle, adoring, loving.
As if there was ever a chance of me not coming back to you.
moment two
Rima sighed heavily; the little comb she was using was, once again, stuck in her sturdy locks. She would've cursed If she was the type for it. With a harsh tug it got out, along with a couple of blonde hair. She looked at it in disgust before throwing all of it away in the nearest bin.
Nagihiko knocked on her bathroom door. "It's open," she murmured. Her boyfriend came in, his own hair long and perfect. She glared at him before pointing at the door again. His eyebrows went up. Then, he understood.
He grinned as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into a one-sided hug that he knew she wouldn't try to evade. Rima handed him a comb, after which he slowly, but surely, let her go to start working with her hair. In the end, it lay down as it always did, trademark curls falling over the dress she was wearing, contrasting with its baby blue color.
"This," she said, "is why I keep you around."
Nagihiko shrugged.
They both knew that this was a lie.
AN: I haven't been writing a lot lately, so excuse the lack of quality. I really need to work harder to improve, I know that.
Something I forgot to mention? Hm… Oh, they're meant to start the same way. It's not me being a careless writer for once. As for the story… Let's wait until later moment(s) for that.
As always, criticism is accepted, appreciated, and just simply loved. Comment on whatever you see fit~