A/N:Yours truly, is here again! Well, this one is very short, and once again of the Kyouya x Haruhi persuasion. This is from the point of Haruhi, and about her conflicting emotions on their turbulent relationship. I hope you guys enjoy this little drabble-ish thingy, and let me know what you think, yeah?
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Chasing Pavements – Adele → great song, and proved to be inspiration for this little thing. Give it a listen! :)
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Chasing Pavements
The distance from the front door to the doorway of his room seems impossibly long. It's never taken this many steps before, has it? Seriously, it shouldn't take this long to walk down the damn hall.
She stops, takes a breath, and then keeps going. One more step, she tells herself. One more step and then she'll be almost there. Well, she'll be halfway there. And that's something, right?
Another breath, another pause. She runs a hand through her hair and then gives a ridiculous thought to how she must look right now. As if it matters at this point – it's not like she can turn around now. She knows she has to talk to him, and she even knows what she'll say. Figuring out what to tell him isn't the problem, surprisingly enough; the words are right on the tip of her tongue.
The problem is getting there, because she actually doesn't want to say it, because she knows what will happen.
She knows that, in the end, this will probably ruin them both. He will break her heart (again), and she will remind him of everything he has and then loses. They will fight and argue, let daggers slip from their mouths, tell each other things they mean but shouldn't say.
It will never be pretty, never be perfect. She cares too much, and he can barely let himself care at all.
Together, they are a mess. But God, when her kisses her, it's enough to make her forget why she ever doubted him in the first place.
It's enough to make her forget why she hates him sometimes, completely and utterly hates him.
And it's enough to make her quit thinking of how telling him she cares will damn her to tears and inevitable misery.
She reaches the doorway, takes a final breath, and steps inside. He looks at her, and she's pretty sure she's going to turn around and run back the way she came. She doesn't, though; even when he tells her to get out of his room, she stands her ground. She's started this now, and she's going to finish.
I care about you, she says. I care about you, she repeats.
He's moving closer to her now, and she can't help but wonder if that pull in her gut is pushing her towards him, or if it's the warning of her soon to come heartbreak.
But when he finally closes the distance between them, she finds she doesn't give a damn whether this ruins them both. Because even if it does, she has a feeling it'll be worth it.
A/N: That's it. A little cheesy, maybe even a bit cliché? I don't have a clue. Again, pretty short, even for me. But it summed up what I was trying to say. Review please! -Hopes.