What will you do when your beloved one love the most important person in your live?
Will you still chase after your beloved one. . .
. . . or will you pray for their happiness even thought your heart is shattered in pieces?
Kirihara Kira
I stand in front of her.
I see her stare at me.
Those eyes that I've always eager to see.
Now I see it, clearly.
Those eyes reflects her life.
How was she smiled, how was she cried.
What kind of sorrow have broke her heart in pieces, how many happiness have she gave to us, to others.
This girl. . .
My beloved one. . .
I know that she always thinks about him.
About that person, her beloved one.
And also the person who saved my life.
The one who was really kind, gentle yet cheerful.
The one who smile at me when the others are looking at me like they are looking at some trash.
Now, what should I do?
She still loved her, I know that, even she won't declared it.
". . .Kira?"
She starts a conversation, after a little while.
". . .Yes. . .Yuka?"
I try to talk normally but, well, it's no use.
My voice was so low like I was talking from the top of Everest.
". . .No. it's Nothing."
And the night fall upon us. . .
Azumi Yuka
Dear God,
Why should I be in this kind of situation?
Why should I loved two persons?
And why can't I decided in my heart whom should I with?
This time, I stare at him.
One of my beloved ones.
Ah, those eyes. . .
I remember the first time I met him.
I stare at him and thought that those eyes. . .is beautiful.
I was like an idiot.
Stare at him, without words, without moving.
Well, at least, until he scold me.
Now, now, back in reality.
He's standing in front of me, without words, without moving.
That's remind me a lot of myself back then.
Let's see. . .
What's he thinking?
Should I ask him?
Ok, here we go.
Take a deep breath and. . .
". . .Kira?"
I tried hard, really hard, to make my voice as calm as always.
". . .Yes. . .Yuka?"
He answered.
Wait, maybe it's more proper if I use the word "whispering"
Well, he always be so polite and answers all question in a perfect manner, but not this time.
Is he run out his voice or what?
At least, I hear him.
". . .No. it's Nothing."
I'm not lying.
It's nothing at all.
I just don't like the situation back then.
What's wrong?
He's more quiet these days.
Maybe I should ask him next time…
To be continued…