many times had it been said, that there was only one step from hate to love.I'd always wondered if it was true. If it really took a step, just 50 cm to love a person you'd hated until less than half a meter away. This question would reappear constantly through the day, not always in exactly appropriate times. In fact, never at an appropriate time. This time, it happened as i backed up into a corner of the alley I'd gotten trapped in. By none other than who had to be the strongest person in all the world. Great. Absolutely fantastic. If I'd taken the second i stopped to consider the question to jump over the trash cane, I'd be in the roof and safe by now. Anyways. The thing is, now I'm trapped here with a man double my height, at least triple my strength and four times my killer instinct in overdrive. Not good.
He's approaching now, probably this time he is going to kill me. Not that he hadn't tried before, but he'd never been able to catch me until now. He starts getting dangerously close and i take out my switchblade. If anything, i can hurt him bad enough he won't have the strength to kill me. He saw the small movement it took to draw the blade from my sleeve and grabbed my wrist, squeezing hard enough for me to lose feeling in my fingers. The only knife i carried on me today( i hadn't planned on making him chase me today and carried one just for routine's sake; i was going to meet with Shiki today,after all ) fell to the ground with a sharp thud. He pinned that arm to the wall but didn't bother with restraining my other arm. Then that damnable question came to my mind again. Does it really take just one step?. Conveniently, he was precisely a step away from me.
I guess my mind wasn't really working as it should right then. I didn't think that he'd probably kill me just for that, even if he hadn't had that intention already. I took that step, closed those 50 cm between us and kissed him without even closing my eyes. He didn't close his, either. To say he looked surprised would be an understatement. What was that word..? flabbergasted, or something like that. Neither of us had moved yet, too wary of each other to try anything. Then slowly, almost as slow as a sloth ( even snails were faster ) he started to say something. I didn't quite get what it was, since the sound never left his throat, but given the circumstances, it's pretty easy to guess. I moved away and slipped under his arms, retrieving my pocket knife on the way, and ran off as quickly as i could, smirking. I was positive there would be hell to raise once he fully registered just what i had done. I couldn't help a laugh. Hell, apparently was rather fun.
In the back of my mind, i was marveled. Apparently it did take barely more than a step, just a step ( unbelievable! ) to love someone. And then i had to wonder if perhaps, it happened that way because we were both already so close to that line, so unbearably close that the slightest soft touch, the smallest well-meaning smile might topple us over the edge. Perhaps, that had been the case all along, but for now, i was going to stick to my one-step theory. Not as if i needed any excuse to do it again, but then, i did, if only to tell myself I'm not as crazy as i act.