Please don't blame me I just want to put this out!

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Sadly Beautiful

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The second, I stepped into the café, I feel something nostalgic to me. I couldn't quite decipher what that feeling was.

But now I can.

Her eyes, her violet orbs, seeing me as any other guests she probably has faced hundredth time before. But those pools of a mixed purple and blue widens in surprise, I don't know why, maybe because of the weirdly colored hair of mine, I get that a lot.

Except, these eyes seem different.

They look at me as if I'm a walking zombie, I don't realize I have been staring at her in emptiness until she tells us to go to a table. I seriously do not care about the table, I hate this unethical feelings blooming inside me. I don't like it at all. I'm not aware of anything my two subordinates talk about. All I care about is this girl. I'm sure I have seen her sometime in my life. At high school? On a way to the main office? When I tripped my own feet in front of that minimarket weeks ago?

Then this stranger who looks a little upset about something shows up at my –I mean, our- table. He sits there, eyes me from head to toe for a moment, then abruptly walks away. I hear some yells, I can't care less.

Because she is coming.

I almost let my mouth agape –I don't understand this hellish state of heart, does this even possible?- when she places three coffees. I can't help myself to not have it on my tongue right away, it smells so tasty. I'm not wrong, I can feel strange satisfaction when Tooru and whats-his-name-I-forget-due-to-the-coffee's-effect utters their compliments on her coffee. It's been a long time since I've tasted something like this.

And then I hear myself say, "Huh?"

Amazingly, tears escaped my eyes. What is wrong with me? I know this caffeine is delicious, but it is a mere drink. This shouldn't make me literally cry. I try to wipe them off, but they're insisting to keep flowing, which I'm ultimately confused by and significantly ashamed of if it wasn't for my mind working just right.

Great, I cry in front of a girl I just met. Way to make a first impression, Haise.

It sounds weird even in my own mind. I somewhat resent how my gut sometimes refuses to accept the fact that Sasaki Haise is my name. But the waterworks still play on. This is weird. Just like everything my life is waiting for is within my reach.

A handkerchief is handed to me, by the pale hands the waitress has, I quickly note. I take it gracefully albeit pathetically, and wipe my salty tears and secretly my running nose –no one seems to realize, good- with it.

"This is delicious, it really is," is all I can say at the time without lowering me in the process. The whole ordeal is when I look up.

She gives me a smile.

A saddened smile, made by this very beautiful girl. I think I had such a beautiful person in my life before. I feel like crying a lot more when I see that smile. It'd certainly be more stunning –it's not like it isn't stunning enough considering its impact on me- if her eyes aren't that… disappointed.

I am imagining how her genuine smile would have taken victims, when she mutters a small, "Thank you very much."

That voice, I'm sure I've heard it screams before.

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Its 1:11 AM and here I am typing something, I hope you like it. I know, how tf can Kaneki (hell to Haise shit) not realize it's his significant other standing wonderfully there!?

Review please, maybe we can avenge Kaneki on Arima together if we join force?

12/19/2014 ~NollyLvn