I love you, Tereka.
I know our insurmountable gap but I'll try my very best to catch up, both mentally and physically.
That time when Ya left you, alone again, you know how I felt?
Smashing him with a vase, yes that.
The hatred kinda just swells up like that, uncontrollably but then when my eyes touched yours; that brilliant ic-cold blue, anger just suddenly melts away and replaced with a different emotion-sadness.
Bitterness aroused quickly and I guess that's when I realised I really care about you.
But I'm just afraid, afraid in that ice heart of yours, do you have a place for me or is it just fully filled up to the brim with ecstatic memories of Ya?
Tereka in Wonderland.
'Meoww', A boy purred whimsically; he had beautiful red eyes like a starry night, faint but authentic and felt like if you stretch out a hand, you could grasp it. But there was something more to those wild smiling eyes, there were magnificently portrayed like one of a porcelain doll, halting my or your steps like some kind of fixed charisma, but...often stunning things didn't last long, like fireworks.
When a splendid firework shoots up and spreads its vivid colours, it dies after a split minute or two, leaving a trail of unfathomably loneliness behind.
How his ragged bangs drop in swerving arcs, obscuring his red dainty lips as he droops down his enchanting face, those Arctic blue hair spilled out of the crimson beret to his waist, adding the finishing touches to this picturesque scene spontaneously.