Her hands fall forward as she looked anywhere but at the boy beside her; she wasn't irrational, but something panged at her heart right now.
Nezumi knew well enough what this meant, why her heart fluttered every now and again, and she knew why her frigid skin seemed to melt and warm by Shion's side.
She sighed, eyes darting down to their old bed and puzzled over the fact that her bed easily became theirs now.
She'd spent many nights near people that she could've fallen for; some of whom had really liked her too yet her heart only sang for Shion like this.
Nezumi brushed her long, dark hair back with her well worn hands and could not help but dislike the desire to just swoop down and gingerly brush his hair back with her hands as well.
She laid back down and tried to erase the desire in her chest that just bloomed and bloomed into a whole garden in her chest.
Love was a dangerous emotion that she'd never allowed to take root in her heart yet it had done so already for the boy that had saved her life when they were younger.
Nezumi blinked back the heartache, the desire that refused to die out, only grow stronger.
