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Not the Answer
Prompt: Anger...
A/N: For "Kill_Your_OTP" on LJ. Implied lemon.
Another chance was the decision she'd reached, but this just didn't seem right. His back was to her as she allowed her fingers to play through his hair. The moments she'd loved were gone now. There was a well-defined distraction present between them, as if only half of him were there with her. It was tragic, but, more than that, infuriating. It was as if the weight of the world had come to rest upon her shoulders, and he didn't give a damn. She'd tried time and again to keep him focused, entertained with tactics she'd used in the past, but each subsequent attempt was met with the dull glaze of disinterest in his eyes.
And that was only when he bothered to look at her.
It was enough to make her miss his unrelenting, manic persona that usually filled the tension. The little waves of electricity that he seemed to push through her with every touch. She wanted that part of their liaison back so that she could hold it in her hand when it was left out of the jar. But that beautiful golden flame wasn't all she cared about. It had existed for so long, but she missed the sincerity of the moment, the way everything just seemed to fall into place. With those blissful emotions present, it seemed that things weren't so one-sided.
Now she was waiting, hoping that there would be a change of heart in a man that they called "heartless." That he'd say something, anything of real meaning. It was a fantasy, if nothing else, but she'd still held to it, wrapping her fingers around the fleeting figure that had been painted in her head. They would have called her mad, too, if they knew the innermost workings of her heart. But the fears of discovery were now gone, as the secret was slowly dying.
There was no longer anything to cover up.
The process was so progressed, Retsu doubted there'd be any kind of salve to cleanse the wounds that had opened up. She was angry that it was disintegrating before her very eyes, but force wasn't a tactic she liked to use. Trying to pressure or coax him into caring would serve no purpose. It would only cause the rift between them to grow.
Their time was short, and she detested such a fact. But anger would only do her more damage than good.