Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice.
You remember the very day his adorned and vibrant eyes pierced your own.
Now, you remember today as the day his adorned and vibrant eyes turned impervious and vapid.
The funny thing is, it still pierces your own.
Your lower lip trembles the slightest, the saltiness of a tear engulfing your tastes.
"Oh, Natsume. Please. You don't have to do this," you whisper, almost begging on your knees. You know that this voice can knock the wind out of his lungs, but you see the antithesis. He is still breathing normally, his chest rising rhythmically unlike the irregular drum beats of your heart.
"Natsume, I love you. You are the world to me." You try to convince him to see the falter in his impervious and vapid eyes. He stares back but you know he is not really admiring your eyes although they are quite pretty. Deep down, you know he is staring into the windows of your soul.
You remember the day he admitted with the tip of his ears turning pink, "I don't really believe in expressing honesty through your mouth. I always peer through a person's eyes."
To your dismay, he still does not reply. You think that he is marveling the depths of your soul, but you know you're fooling yourself. You know that beneath the pretty green eyes lies the darkest secrets that even Satan would cower from.
You want to show you are strong, that you can become his cornerstone. Yet the void look reflected in his eyes makes you cower in the dark and you are left to wonder whether or not you mean those desires. The look on his face shows you can't and you won't.
Finally, he speaks.
"I don't love you."
He is right, you realise, yet your heart still beats irregularly.
You do not want to let him go because he is like the sand. You can grasp for as long as you want, but without the strength, time won't matter. He was like the sand that seeps out of the gaps in your clenched fist.
You hold on for long but you leap without looking.
"I... I'm sorry." The words come flying out quicker than expected.
"No!" you cry, "you can't be sorry! You owe me your love, Natsume."
He smiles, but it is not the smile you want to see. His smile manifests the bittersweet taste of the relationship, but you refuse to taste the same. You think it is sweet like fluff puffs and strawberry sundaes.
"I gave you everything, Natsume. I gave you popularity, secrets, even my virginity!" As soon as the words leave your mouth, you finally taste the bittersweet aftertaste.
But you still hold on.
"Those things won't get you to heaven, you know," he teases you because of your religion, but you know he is right.
"You... you're heaven, Natsume," the words comes out as a murmur. There is blood heating your cheeks but you know it is sinfully wrong.
Slowly, he shakes his head. With every shake of the head, your heart feels like it is being throttled.
"No, no I'm not."
It's useless, you think. You know that although he is a few centimeters away, you know he is not within your grasp any more.
Has he ever been? you chuckle darkly to yourself.
You turn around because it's the right thing to do, or so you think. You force your legs to move towards the black and white stripes, ignoring the boy who left your heart in pieces left for a stranger to piece back together because nothing in the world can stop you at this moment. Before you run across the striped crossings, you pass by a girl whose caramel strands wipes your unshed tears by mere coincidence.
You finally reach the black and white stripes but you turn to face the girl.
She's not that pretty, you say to yourself. Then you see the boy who left your heart in pieces left for a stranger to piece back together gazing at her. He never looked at you that way.
That is when you realise, she's not that pretty, but she tastes of fluff puffs and strawberry sundaes.
Suddenly, the wind is knocked out of your–
If it wasn't very obvious, Sumire dies from a car crash because of the abrupt ending where she fails to say the word lungs, lol. It's weird, I know. I mean, you probably don't even know why they broke up but I guess that wasn't the point of it.
This is an exaggerated version of a realisation where one realises that they were never meant to be together.
~I've Perfected Imperfection.