Delicate
A Vocaloid Fanfiction.
I couldn't help but stare at her with weakness, a polite gesture of not laying a finger on her pale face. Her blond locks, pulled up in a bow, carelessly fell, framing her features. Big blue eyes met my own intense ones. Her grin was unneeded, for it was obvious that she was happy. I couldn't help but love her. She was like my sole happiness. I had to see her, no matter what it meant. She let her slight smile curl up into a larger one as her thin arms wrapped around me in a tight embrace. Her young, innocent attitude was beautiful, as was her fuming anger she had been encountered with. Seeing her so serene and soft was a treat, especially when she was always so preoccupied in her rage. The light blush that dusted her face and her strange addiction to oranges made it that much better. Again, she let her big cerulean orbs lock to my own, staring at me with such care. We didn't have many moments like that. All we usually thought about was the rivalry, the mixture of fans insisting I was the twins' sister. I had been just like Neru in that aspect, never being just "Lily", but always a comparable creature. But her, she was so much more perfect than I in every way possible. She was young, gorgeous, and simply had the voice of an angel. I yearned for her, almost wanted to be more like her. When we weren't feuding, when our homes got boring or unbearable, we knew we would always end up meeting in the same area. Our hearts beat in unison as we would sit, forgetting about any previous fights. We'd forget everything that had happened and just carry on as friends for as long as possible. We put up almost a false façade that proved us best friends, but we both knew we'd go back to practically hating each other within time. I attempted to revert back to being friends, holding on for as long as possible. I couldn't stand it, the constant thoughts of her. I needed us, not just as separates. I desired us to be one. A cold hand was placed on my almost bare shoulder to snap me back to reality, making me stare down at her once more. I wished for moments like those to last forever, but it was seemingly impossible. I just knew I loved her. Her untarnished face looked upward at mine with a questionable expression. She'd began asking what was wrong, but I cut her off. I needed her to know how I felt. Even if she hated me afterward, I'd always know I had the guts to tell her.
"Rin, I… I love you." I whispered, barely loud enough for her to hear.
She stared at me, still, not moving a single muscle. I cringed as she opened her mouth to reply, but I quickly found she was still searching for the correct words. Her blond brows furrowed while she squinted her striking eyes. Her mouth opened and closed quite a few times before she finally stood on her tippy-toes and pecked my cheek. Her own appearance was still covered in a pinkish blush, making her cuter, if at all possible. She nervously shifted, letting her gaze tilt to the side, making her face directed toward the sidewalk instead of me. I chuckled, lightly, watching her embarrassment increase.
The only words her delicate lips could muster out were, "Ah, um… Thank you."
My last expression of the evening was a huge smile, internally thanking God for the wonderful gift he'd bestowed upon me. I loved her, and though she didn't reply, the gentle girl held onto me in a tight squeeze, hugging me more intently than she had ever done. Despite her lack of an answer, she was mine, and I would never let her go.
FIN.
