Authors Notes: This just hit me. It's a short drabble from Hunny's POV. The lines that run throughout "How can he survive that?" and "It must look much worse from up here" floated around in my head all afternoon before I actually put something more to it. It's the first time I've ever empathised with Hunny (I'm not a big Hunny fan, actually) but this seems so relevant to me…when I'm in an awkward situation I can deal with it because I have to: it's the watching from the outside and feeling helpless that hurts the most.
Spoilers from chapter fifty-ish onwards
Bird's Eye View
From my perch on Takashi's shoulders I watch. It's easy to see from up here. Like a story book romance the stage was set, for disaster and heart break and more. And I had to watch as the story unfolded. It's painful to sit and observe, useless as I am.
How can he survive that?
Her turning around, her turning away. She's totally unaware of his feelings.
How did he do it?
He told her his feelings yet denied them in the same breath. He's picked himself up from the dumps so easily. He makes heartbreak look like a walk in the park.
Kaoru, impossibly strong.
He survived it.
And so my only conclusion: it must look much worse from up here.
How can he survive that?
The first ever fight with his brother, his twin, his greatest friend. Fighting with Mori would kill me. Knowing I'd hurt him and that he'd hurt me; I couldn't survive that. Yet he can last knowing his brother has sacrificed his love because "Hikaru means more to me". Sure, I'd do the same as Kaoru: I'd give up a world full of cake for Takashi. But I couldn't cope with it being the other way around. I wouldn't let Takashi give up his world for me.
Unless that would make him happy, which, of course, it would.
Even the mock conflict is tearing me in two.
And so my only conclusion: it must look much worse from up here.
And how can she survive it?
His obliviousness, his idiocy. He doesn't understand a thing. Too attached to this idea of family, he'll never understand. How can she survive, knowing so well that he'll never understand his own feelings, let alone hers?
And yet she gets up every morning, with a smile on her face, and drifts through life as if her only care were the food she had to prepare for her father.
So stupid, so naive, I don't see how she can cope with her heart tearing apart.
And so my only conclusion: it must look much worse from up here.
Authors Note: For the first time ever I'm not overly eager for reviews! This was just my thought pattern put into some structure. Feel free to leave a message anyway.