The Walking Contradiction
A drabble about a one-sided love
Tamaki was the most beautiful person in existence, but he was also the ugliest—he was beautiful because, well, just look at him, but his idiocy, which makes things so much harder, makes him extremely ugly.
He is the most interesting person I know, but now that I know him so well and can predict his moves and motives, he's… not necessarily dull, but more so, predictable and easy to manipulate.
He's the kindest, but because of what he's done to me, he's the cruelest person I know.
He is stupid and yet, ingeniously clever.
Haruhi… He is worthy of having Haruhi—in fact, anyone in the world—and yet, he's not worthy of anyone at all.
He's the one who makes me feel the most relaxed, and yet, the one who makes me the most emotional.
He's the one who infuriates me the most, yet, at the same time, makes me the happiest person in the world.
He's the one who's healed me just to rip open new wounds.
He's the one who loves me and only me, but at the same time, loves someone else even more—or, at least, in my mind.
He's the one who thinks of me as his best friend, yet is also the closest I've ever come to a lover.
He's the one I wish would just disappear, and yet he is the one I need the most.
He is the one that I need to breathe, like air, but may also be the death of me.
He is the one who made me realize I was living a lie, and opened up a world of truth to me.
He is the one who gets me motivated the most, but because I can't have him, and never will be able to, he's also the one who makes me feel the most lethargic.
He is the only one who can piece me together, but he's also the only one who could possibly break me into so many pieces that it burns.
He's the one who is supposed to be a great enemy, but he's the one I care for the most.
He's everything that is wrong with me, and yet, at the same time, the only things that are right about me.
In the end, he will be the only one I want to be around. And yet, I know that he's going to live his life happily with the girl of his dreams, while I suffer quietly.
I am not afraid to admit it, but I'll never tell him—it would just break his happiness.
I, Kyoya, love Tamaki. And at the same time, I hate him so much that it hurts.
A/N: Random-ness. Gotta love it.