A Letter a Day Can Keep Her Tears Away
A story about Chiaki's thoughts by Nuriko Schezar
Disclaimer and message: KKJ and all of its characters belong to Tanemura Arina and their other respectful owners. I am not one of them. I'm just a rabid fanatic that likes to see what's in their heads. I hope you have as much fun reading my fictions as much as I love writing them. This one's kind of short, but I thought it would be a bit longer. Oh, well. Enjoy and make sure to read my other KKJ story, Yami! I'm halfway done with the 3rd chapter!
She's cute. She's really cute. She doesn't know how cute she is, especially when she smiles. That's why I can't stand to see her at the apartment mailbox.
The door makes no noise as it opens and closes, just like her eyes when they are full of hope, then full of sorrow. Her cute smile is gone, along with her cheer. We could be in the middle of a dispute, but as she pauses before the mailbox, I halt everything. Why is it that I have to watch her prayers unanswered? The one sent by God does not receive the one wish she has prayed for since birth: to have her parents show her Love. Yet, that special letter to express the feeling she yearns for oh so much is never there.
Morning, afternoon, and night she checks her mail. Each time I pass by, I have to see her choke her tears back. She must remain strong for herself, so the tears that want to come must rain on her heart. Too much rain always causes flooding. If this "strength," as she calls it, is broken, and her eyes flood, she won't know what to do. On whose shoulder would she cry? Mine? No, her pride would never allow her to do this, no matter how much I might want that to occur.
For her sake, I have to prevent this. Though I know she will yell at me, among other abuses, her angry reaction will be better than her usual fight against tears -- I will keep her mailbox from being empty. A simple letter a day. A letter a day could keep her tears away, and maybe make time pass until that long awaited letter surfaces.
Mail gets lost constantly; though the percentage is minute, that could still be the circumstance. I mean, there is a much better chance of a lost letter than Kaitou Jeanne's archrival, Kaitou Sindbad, living in the apartment next to her.
A story about Chiaki's thoughts by Nuriko Schezar
Disclaimer and message: KKJ and all of its characters belong to Tanemura Arina and their other respectful owners. I am not one of them. I'm just a rabid fanatic that likes to see what's in their heads. I hope you have as much fun reading my fictions as much as I love writing them. This one's kind of short, but I thought it would be a bit longer. Oh, well. Enjoy and make sure to read my other KKJ story, Yami! I'm halfway done with the 3rd chapter!
She's cute. She's really cute. She doesn't know how cute she is, especially when she smiles. That's why I can't stand to see her at the apartment mailbox.
The door makes no noise as it opens and closes, just like her eyes when they are full of hope, then full of sorrow. Her cute smile is gone, along with her cheer. We could be in the middle of a dispute, but as she pauses before the mailbox, I halt everything. Why is it that I have to watch her prayers unanswered? The one sent by God does not receive the one wish she has prayed for since birth: to have her parents show her Love. Yet, that special letter to express the feeling she yearns for oh so much is never there.
Morning, afternoon, and night she checks her mail. Each time I pass by, I have to see her choke her tears back. She must remain strong for herself, so the tears that want to come must rain on her heart. Too much rain always causes flooding. If this "strength," as she calls it, is broken, and her eyes flood, she won't know what to do. On whose shoulder would she cry? Mine? No, her pride would never allow her to do this, no matter how much I might want that to occur.
For her sake, I have to prevent this. Though I know she will yell at me, among other abuses, her angry reaction will be better than her usual fight against tears -- I will keep her mailbox from being empty. A simple letter a day. A letter a day could keep her tears away, and maybe make time pass until that long awaited letter surfaces.
Mail gets lost constantly; though the percentage is minute, that could still be the circumstance. I mean, there is a much better chance of a lost letter than Kaitou Jeanne's archrival, Kaitou Sindbad, living in the apartment next to her.