The following story is deliberately vague. I would love to listen to your interpretations, so don't be afraid to drop a review.
Feedback on everything from vocabulary to symbolism to the story itself will be appreciated and taken into account.
Written on 04/23/2010
"Now that I think about it", he said, laying down on the couch, "there are so many things we could have done, back in the days."
Hikari smiled. Her delicate hands were combing Takeru's hair in such a loving manner that he felt a bit lightheaded. "Things such as?" she inquired, taking in his silence after a while.
"Partying." His breath caught in his throat when Hikari's fingers knitted together on his eyelids, blocking his view. "Wouldn't they have been better off without us?" he added when he realized Hikari would not be answering.
She hummed something that Takeru did not understand, and, all of a sudden, he felt bad knowing he had somehow made her sad. "I'm sorry for spoiling the mood."
Hikari almost jumped; her fingers applied a soft pressure on his eyes, then she completely lifted them off his face. Something moved in Takeru's stomach.
"Don't be", she eventually said, closing her eyes in a soft breath. "I know you didn't mean it the way I understood it."
Takeru felt his eyebrows drop. "I don't want to disappoint you", he whispered, in such a self-conscious tone that Hikari's smile instantly came back.
"Don't worry", she chided him sweetly, "I love you even if you're a coward."