phantasmagoria

2. xanadu


He's never sure what to make of her.

Not sure whether to give her a bouquet or a box of chocolates, a new cap or a pair of sneakers. But it's because he's never sure where they stand – as friends, as lovers, on opposite ends of the world, caught in the middle of a game that sees them as players in a different context.

When he's with her, he can sense something in the air, stirring within the undercurrents that tease them in a tug of war, moving back and forth in the tumultuous label that has never been defined. And all it takes is a simple smile, a simple grin, an accidental sway that tips the balance between them and this raises the score once more.

The crowd cheers, the crowd boos, but no matter what happens, she remains strong, firm in her beliefs and maintaining confidence. For the sake of others, for the sake of herself, for the sake of a happier ending, she promotes hope with her praise and strategies.

By the end of it, she glows like she's lived life to the fullest, putting her best efforts into something that grants joy to others.

There is mud on her face, and ribbons in her hair, and she's never looked happier, never looked more alive.

And for some reason, he can't leave her, drawn to her personality and vivaciousness, her quiet awareness of matters that don't concern her, that shouldn't concern her. Yet if the matter arises, without fail, he will protect her.

Her perceptiveness takes him off guard sometimes, the way she easily transfers one subject of gravity to one of triviality; stowed away within the very corner of her lips and the spectrum of her eyes. She makes him laugh, she makes him sigh, knowing how to make him come undone with a single comment that causes the frozen stars to melt under the warmth of the sun.

Her heart is a pretty thing, one that will always have a beautiful resonance with him.

Radiating in such splendour, he cannot help but think that if she continues to be someone who perceives him as who he truly is, his self-control will break… and he will inevitability kiss her.

When that time comes, he'll know, just as she will, that they belong together.


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