I feel like such a loser. I should be writing some 20-page-long fantastic oneshot for Katraa's birthday. But I'm not. I'm that much of a loser. Not writing something great for a great authoress. The least I can do is tell and force you to read her stuff. Do it. Because she rocks.

Cement

"They're ignoring us," crystalline eyes closed and liquid gathered around thick lashes. I didn't know what to do. Sure, I'd seen tears before in the movies, but never up close. There have been times that I've seen the telltale signs of hunched shoulders, face in hands, knees shaking, and I would turn the other way. This time was different. I was inevitably glued to the sidewalk. Sora was under my skin, I admit it, but I couldn't do anything to help him. I felt angry, not sympathetic like I should have. He was too good for them and should have laughed in their faces. Shouldn't have cared this much.

"Why…does it even matter?" I pried my gaze off him — found my sneakers suddenly very interesting. "I'm not enough for you." I felt my heart plummet as the weight of what I said fell on us both. I could feel his tears, more indignant than hurt, partially aimed towards me. A choked sound echoed in my ears and locked itself in my mind.

I didn't expect Sora's warm and slender arms to wrap around me, and for his sweet breath, a little unsteady, to tickle my ear. "Turn around, please," and how could I have not obeyed him? "You see the wall," he waited for to make some sarcastic remark, and when none came he continued; "with the multicolored rocks, some smooth and others rough, holding it up. Whether realizing it or not they are close — held together by cement. Invincible."

Silence stretched between us as I contemplated his words. Even with Sora beside me, I wasn't sure if I could severe the ties with my other friends. I took a deep breath, tightening my hold on the wonderful person I didn't deserve.

"Feeling philosophical today?" I wondered if I should have said anything at all, but Sora didn't mind. Of course he wouldn't. He sniggered.

"I thought I hugged you to death."

"I didn't know my wit was so endearing."

"Is that what they call it these days? Wit. Huh."

I laughed softly. "For a nice person you sure are mean."

"But that's why you love me, right?"

"Naturally,"

We laughed at our own stupidity, then shared a kiss.

Fin

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