A/N: I don't hate Saki, but I can't say I like her either; Honestly, I've tried, and... *sighs* I dunno. I heard she's a lot nicer in Persona 4: Magician (gosh, I'm not even sure if I like this couple, either xD). I woke up at 5am this morning, and thought, "Huh, I wanna do something with Yosuke and Saki," so... Yeah, here's what I conjured up an hour later at school.
Stop.
Tune out.
Turn the music up higher until all you can hear, all you can feel is her moving, dancing inside you.
Crank the volume up until there is nothing.
Yells fall on deaf ears.
They can't possibly hurt you.
They don't know you, not like she did, and she would if she was still here, and alive, and—
Here...?
Where was here? He's not here. Not all the way.
Sometimes he fantasizes that he is a prince, storming the castle walls, and she is his princess. He's there to save her, take her to a place where only they know; where no one knows his name or where he's been or what he's done.
He is just Yosuke Hanamura, in love with the impossible. In love with a girl with curly brown hair, and a soft smile; who moved with a grace he could never match, with a voice that touched his skin like velvet. In love with his world.
And then reality sinks in; this isn't a fairy tale; there is no ever-afters at the end of this chapter. He doesn't win the girl.
He loses out.
Just like he always has. And he's gotten over that, thinks he's just a little stronger, a little more mature. Doesn't try to block it out. Lets it go, and smiles like he means it. He hasn't smiled like this in months, maybe forever, and thinks this is where he needs to be.
But he may never get over her, no matter what he tells himself or anyone else.
"I always wanted to tell Hana-chan…"
He had known it all along—that the more he pulled, the more she'd push until she was nothing more than a memory hanging off the line—but this was all so new for him. This attention, this infaturation; how else was he supposed to react? He wanted to hold on as long as he could. Call him selfish.
"Huh…? Me…?"
He had been living a fantasy.
His Shadow had been right all along—and he could try to fight it, straight out deny it, drown it out with the bass like everything else he's running from, but he knew... Just knew, deep down, that the castle walls had already fallen; that his princess never was.
"…that he was a real pain in the ass."
Even with no sound in the room, but the steady beat of his own heart.
