Disclaimer: All the creative rights belong to Mihona Fuji.
Author's Note: They say you would always come back to the one you love, that's why I'm here. I apologize for making you wait. I know I should've finished my other stories first, but I feel inspired to write this one. Enjoy!
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SEDUCING THE ICE PRINCE
by cold summer night
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Rule Number One: Be yourself
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Well, that didn't work.
Men are thought to instinctively crave variety. By developing a strong sense of self, with your own distinct personality and flair, you're appealing to his desire for variety because you're different.
That's it! You just have to say be different, and not be myself. Why? As far as I can remember the reason why I ended up like this is because I became myself!
"Aya?" What? Who's calling my name? I slid my cell phone inside my pocket, turning around to see an examining look from Miyu. "Are you okay?" Am I okay? I smile at her then nod my head. "I'm not convinced at all. You've been like that for a week now. I mean, this has nothing to do with-"
"No!" I find the customers around the café staring at me as if I just broke some piece of a treasure. I may have said that out loud. I'm sorry. "Not at all. This has nothing to do with that. I mean, it's okay that he rejected me. Really." She repeats my last word, still unconvinced. "I'm okay. I'm okay."
"You know those people who say that they're okay? They're not really okay. I'm pretty sure you didn't tell us the whole story-" I think I swallow my tongue now. "Well, Aya? You know, you can always trust me. I'm your friend. True friend. Best-"
She is right, but even if I want to tell you, I can't. I'm sorry Miyu. This is just about me. I've got to figure this out myself. "No, nothing really happened. What I told you before?" I walk to the counter. "That's just it. He just rejected me right then and there. He left just before sunset."
The sun set kissing the sea, this is the perfect moment. My friends went into trouble just to have him all for myself. I couldn't back out now. Or can I? But I shouldn't. This is my only chance. And I'm not sure if they would help me the next time.
I watch him eat his sandwich. Good for him, he has the appetite wherein I lost mine. I'm not hungry at all even though I didn't eat since last night! How can I? Just thinking about this confession-thing is enough to kill me. I could die any minute from now. And that's not a lie. I must say what I feel or else I would break and burst! But how? How should I say? How should I confess? Is it even right to do that?
Every time I look at him, I always lose my voice. I always lose myself all together. Just by being close to him, I think I could give myself away. It's scary how my thoughts make of me.
His eyes are closed, what could he be thinking? Gee. He is too perfect. I haven't met someone like him before. His hair is so silky by the looks of it. I want to run my fingers through it. Though his eyes are closed, I know how deep and dark they are, how expressionless and cold they can be. Is he sleeping already? Is he bored? I gulp, trying to think of a topic to start with. Maybe I should just talk about myself, instead of asking about him, right? That would be safe, but what do I know about safe?
I speak of my life before, and then my life now. When he opens his eyes, I didn't see any emotion attached to them. Our eyes lock with each other. Now what? His eyes looked for something I'm uncertain of. I watch him stand up. What is he up to? He held his palm out in front of me. What does it mean? I look around me. I really don't know what is going on. He grabs my hand as if in a hurry. When he nods his head, I nod my head back, not knowing what I agreed on. It doesn't matter. Or does it? I quickly take my handbag. I stare at our hands together, smiling. I feel my heart pounds off my chest, banging to my ears. This is crazy! I am crazy!
I wanted to ask him where we are heading, but I'm afraid. I am scared that I might say something bad or unpleasant to him. I'm nervous of what's bound to happen and not to happen. I glance outside, the night is almost here. It is so dark, and yet whenever I look at him? It seems every single thing just lights up because of his presence.
He pulls the car over, stopping his engine. I wonder why. I watch him unbuckle his seatbelt. The silence is deafening. I wanted to step out, seeking for the nature's music and perhaps smell some fresh air. It's not that he smells bad, in fact, he smells so nice. He is so manly, making me want to stay in his arms and just smell him forever. I remove my seatbelt, unlocking the door, but then he stops me by pulling me closer to him. Time slows down.
When I face him, his eyes were the darkest among all the colors. It happened so fast. I find myself being kissed for the first time. It was something different for me. Like it is natural, I felt my eyes shut. I have never felt this before. To be kissed is just – I don't know. I couldn't breathe. I feel so warm and conscious of myself. And his cold hands, I almost stiffen where they are. Every thing is just new to me. How should I react? I've seen this in the movies, but it's different when it's happening to me.
"I've got to go-" I nod my head thrice.
"Are you al-"
"I don't feel well. Please tell Towa that I couldn't be of any help now. I-I'm sor-" I couldn't say the word. I just couldn't say or even think of the word. It just reminds me of him. It reminds me of what happened that night.
Fix yourself. What? I abruptly open my eyes, he is holding on to the wheel. I look at myself. How did it happen? I didn't realize that my dress is wrinkled. I even lost a button! How did this happen? I think I'm almost bare, but him? He isn't. This is so embarrassing! I gathered all my courage. That is, if I have. "Did I do something wrong?" What? Why am I asking this? He didn't answer. "Am I not that deserving for you or am I not beautiful?" Where did that question come from? I slowly composed myself.
"I just realized that I don't like you. I'm sorry." I'm sorry? Minutes pass, I'm still waiting for what else he would say. I guess there's nothing more to say.
"H-hey, Aya you're cryi-"
"I'm just sick, that's all. Don't worry about me, I-I um I'm sor-" I still couldn't say the word.
"Let me take you to your-"
"No, train station would be fine. I mean, better. My mom would be worried if she sees me with someone or with um a guy. I would just make things-"
"Don't be stubborn. I don't want to be blamed if something bad happens to you so-"
"Thank you, but I want to go there by myself. Please?"
"Whatever." He says that in the coldest tone he has.
When we arrive at the station, I swiftly make my way out. Not saying goodbye. Not even looking back at him.
It's not like I have a choice here. I glance at the station, as usual there are a lot of people. I hate being on the train not because it reminds me of that night, but because I'm always trapped inside. One time, I could not get out of the train that I ended up alighting on the next station. Good thing I was early, so I arrived in school just in time. When I stand on the line, I find him standing on the other side of the station. Should I hide? I look down on the floor. Or act as if nothing happened?
I feel bad. I feel disappointed. I feel depressed. I am not myself. I feel like dying. I feel so unwanted. I feel so unloved. I wipe my tears. He said he doesn't like me. I don't get it! What's with the kiss? Does he do that with any girl? I stop on my tracks, hoping that when I turn my heel, then face back – he would be there. Not a shadow. He is nowhere. Just nowhere. Why did he kiss me as if we were lovers? As if he has feelings for me, as if he loves me. What went wrong?
When I look up, I find him nowhere. Am I just imagining him there?
Well, he doesn't really like me. He will never like me.
But I just love him so much! There must be a way for him to feel the same way. How can I make him love me? Be yourself, be different! Got it!
"Yo-"
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End of
SEDUCING THE ICE PRINCE
by cold summer night
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