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Author's Note: This is inspired by the song 'The Art of Letting Go'. This is a Ruka x Hotaru drabble.
Pictures
The pictures were scattered on top of the wooden desk, each reminding her of the memories she did not really need to remember. It was nothing but painful to even just look at the photos, what more could she feel if the image was real and done right before her very eyes?
Hotaru lazily took a glimpse on each of one of them, her face resting on an upturned palm. She never felt so emotional in her life. Never. So where is the slightly indifferent genius? Did she die a long time ago, leaving a defenseless inventor alone?
She closed her eyes, mentally cursing her alice for not being capable of patching the wound in her heart. If only she were as gregarious, as open, and as caring as her friend –Mikan, then maybe the man who almost everyday had her attention would at least like her back. But no, she was just Hotaru –the stone-faced, unemotional, and unfriendly Hotaru. She will never measure up to Mikan because… She was Hotaru. Just the plain Hotaru.
Ruka…
She took his pictures even without his consent. Somehow, she could be labeled as the animal tamer's stalker. There was no denying it, but she was way intelligent than most people of her age so she was able to formulate the best excuse for secretly taking photos of him. She made it look like his pictures were her source of income. It was true, but not entirely. She really did sell his pictures but she kept a copy of each picture for herself. And now, each photograph of him that she has will be incinerated and turned to ashes.
It was obvious that her way of dumping her feelings for the man who never knew of her love was pathetic, truly pathetic. Nevertheless, this may be the right thing to do. She just hoped that as his photos were turned into ashes, her well-hidden feelings for him will vanish.
After all, he loved someone else and love would never do her any good…