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As Ai lay his head in Haruka's lap, feeling triumphant in completing the filming of his movie, a few thoughts went through his mind as the power drained from his body.
Her hands lay on his head, stroking the stands of hair from his face with her thin petite fingers.
She played the piano, wrote beautiful music, held the hands of all her friends and deal did a great deal with those small fragile hands.
But the most notable activity to him was when she'd take it upon herself to weave a beautiful crown of daisies with those hands.
He taught her a month ago and she became quite good at it but she always had trouble with the final knot and always went to him for help.
It was probably the glitch in his system that kept him from understanding why he wished that she would never coming to him for help on that final knot
After she completed her crown, she would always place it on his head, seemingly without fail.
His logical mind could not comprehend this pointless pattern or the feelings that bloomed in his heart but he really did want to.
He did not want to abandon this new concept that captivated him so in this mundane world of his.
From what he could tell, she, Haruka was the center of this anomaly.
This anomaly seemed to effect all the men around her, as well and he did not like that at all.
They could never possibly understand his confusion and pain so what right did they have to feel what he felt, this feeling he thought was his to own. This feeling he thought was irreplaceable when everything in this world, even himself, seemingly was.
Stars did not shine bright in the heavens like most might think. They became out of fashion and were forgotten or they were abandoned like orphans on the side of the road. People replaced people and fleeting moments replaced fleeting moments in the passage of time like layers of sand in an hourglass.
Yet, in this moment, by her side, no matter how brief, he treasured it.
He wondered if this feeling was what the humans referred to as love.
But this always made his mind run mad with questions.
Was it his love or someone else's?
Was it just going to fade like everything else or last?
Was it going to cause pain or joy?
Was it something he could express to her?
Was it a glitch or was it real?
He passed the hours thinking of these things but somehow with her so close, it didn't matter.
He wanted to take every moment as a blessing like a human would and treasure it in the corner of his memory banks even if it was illogical and unreasonable.
And that choice was his alone.