So we had this thing in our English class wherein we had to write our own interpretation of Shakespeare's famous Sonnet 18 (Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? etc...) I sorta liked what I came up with so I figured it would be nice to just post it up here. It's not the best of my works, but I still liked it. Have fun reading! :D Please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hyouka, nor the image used as this fic's cover.
This was set in the night before episode 21 (the theft of the handmade chocolates incident) occurred.
It's two in the morning, Mayaka notes, as her mulberry eyes stare blankly at the clock atop her bedside shelf. She rolls to her side; insomnia striking her system yet another night. Minutes pass by idly as she lies on her bed, hand clutching tightly at the cell phone resting in her palm.
Her eyes dart over to the other end of her bedroom; ruby gems transfixed on the large heart-shaped package, plastic wrapped with a small red bow.
She wonders if it's her time to give up on the boy; and as soon as it hits her, she instantly dismisses the thought. It is too early for her to give everything up now; too mean to Eru if she would throw away her hard work and help; too much of a waste of chocolate and money to quit at this very moment.
Simply put, she's far too loyal to let go of him so soon.
Her lips quiver slightly; whether it's from the late night-early morning chill or from the stinging pain at the back of her eyes, she doesn't know.
She reaches for her journal, a yellow notebook encased in a leather cover strapped with a garter on its side, as she tears out a page from within. Her hand moves quickly as she takes hold of a pen, scribbling down onto the crumpled sheet of paper from her dog-eared diary; feelings fuelling her fatigued mind.
Nothing in this world could ever compare
To the boy who shines brighter than the sun
His existence as important as air
My childhood crush, first love; he was the one
The greatest joy is to be by his side
The boy who taught me how to fall in love
My feelings for him will never subside
Each night I pray to the God up above
I would give everything to see him smile
To take my hand and hold me in his arms
I dream one day, he'd walk me down the aisle
Smiling my way with his sweet, boyish charm
She stops to hiccup, breath catching for air as drops of water escape her; liquid smudging the dark blue ink on the sheet of paper. She rubs away the hazy blur overpowering her sight as she continues on with her small note of confession.
With this sonnet, I shall end my love's sign
So Lord, grant my wish and please make him mine.
Folding the paper, she tucks it away in the back pocket of her leather-bound journal as sleep overcomes her tired eyes; her mind falling into the sweet lulling call of her dreams.
Tomorrow for sure, Mayaka swears, she'll give him the chocolate.