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A/n- hey y'all!!! Another KnO ficcy from me! ::hears everyone groaning:: okay, okay, relax. It's just a poem, so not much damage done. Told in Sana's POV, she pours her heart out on how she felt when she heard that Akito and Fuka were dating.
Love him, love him not…"Kurata…"
"Yeah?"
"Fuka and I…we're going out."
What's wrong with me?
I don't like him anyway, so why do I feel so despaired?
I have no reason to like him.
He's so immature
So irresponsible
Definitely not my type
I like tall men,
Quiet, shy, with a hint of manliness
Like Rei.
So…
Why do I feel so alone?
So left out?
So…
Unloved?
Why am I acting like this?
People try and cheer me up
Rei, Naozumi, Asako…
"Sana, do you…like Hayama?""No! Why would I? My type is the tall, dark, and silent."
"Love doesn't need a reason, Sana."
"…if that's true, then I must really, really love him…"
Waitaminnit—instant rewind!
I like him?!?!
Yes…
Comes the answer, so soft and weak
But it's definitely there.
I love him.
I love Akito Hayama.
I really do.
I'm so stupid…
I just figured out that I like him,
Then I lost him immediately afterwards…
What's wrong with me?!?!