Shika…
I think about you in a way I should not.
I think about you too much, I think badly about you and then I repent myself; I think you near and I feel you far away. I do anything to keep me occupied...can you believe it? I'm actually reading all the books you lent me, all the books I teased you about. But the truth is, I did it only to see you heat up, to see that fire in your eyes that only people who really know you can distinguish beyond your sagacious expression.
So here I am, living other people's lives in order to flee from mine, because if I look inside of me, I feel you: hot and magnetic in my chest.
I can't tell if I'm in love with you, but when I see you smile I always wonder if here there's ever been, somewhere, a smile for my eyes only.
I keep repeating myself that it's better this way, because that's exactly what I asked to the God you don't believe into: I asked Him for it to end now, if it had to. And, slowly, it's dying.
It is dying the fire of your impulse for me, it's frosting like winter flower buds born from their rush to live and blossomed in a single night.
I'm burning for you while you're the shadow I long to lighten. But maybe if all that I desire was to be, if you and I could stay in the same room and live the same breathe, maybe...maybe we won't be ourselves anymore and the world around us would be different.
Maybe fate doesn't want us together...but maybe, just maybe, it doesn't want us separate too. I believed for a while, I hoped with all my hearth that we could become an 'us', and then suddenly I wasn't all by myself, not any more.
Or so I believed.
And it might seem crazy to you, but here I am, still waiting for you, alone and aching but still joyful because joy is what you deserve, what I would give you, because it's you that arouse it in me.
Ino.
She put the pen down crying, and whilst crying she felt pathetic.
She took the letter and tore it apart, throwing it out of her window.
Then she got up, washed her tears away and put some make up on. She didn't put any mascara on but she went down the stairs with a fiery expression, holding her head high to meet her.
That woman that gatecrashing in his life, had destroyed hers.