Upon reaching the top of the vista, Tenma gasps in bewilderment as she takes in the astounding view of the city, nestled between mountains and a coastline. The city looks like a perfect reflection as it twinkles off the calm ocean, the moon reflects it's moonshine off the lake lighting where Harima and Tenma were standing. Harima looks his eyes on Tenma, whom is still standing in awe over the natural beauty provided to them.
"Tenma, there's a reason I asked you out tonight." Harima tenderly admits to Tenma, as he placed his hands on her shoulders, the moonlight glistening in each others' eyes, "Tenma I love you, I've loved you since the day I saved you from that pervert in the streets, it was because of you I re-envisioned myself, became enlightened that my path as a delinquent would only bring sorrow and despair to those around me. It is my love for you that has inspired these changes in me, so I can be a better person, not only for myself, but for you and those around me." As Harima speaks he never takes his eyes off of Tenma's, his voice, impassioned.
Tenma is taken aback by his feelings of lust towards her, with Harima's hands still on her shoulders, she slowly turns her head looking over the vista again. With Tenma's lack of a response Harima begins to sweat, almost trying to bring attention back to himself, as if Tenma has forgotten about him. After what Harima perceives as torture, Tenma finally responds to him. "I'm sorry, Harima." Tenma says softly, as she backs away from Harima "I don't love you back, I still want to hold out for Karasuma, I didn't mean to hurt you or lead you on, I thought you might have had feelings for me, but I didn't really know so I kept my mouth shut." While she's saying this she suddenly realizes all the times Harima acted strange around her, and the similar 'confessions' of love he had expressed in the past to Eri and Mikoto. Harima, unable to say anything, just looked down at the ground, dejected. "I think I'm ready to go home." Harima just nods his head as they descend the Vista.
As Harima escorted Tenma back home, upon his motorcycle, the mood was that of melancholy and despair. Tenma's frame of mind was just as somber, as she continued to dwell over the events that took place over the course of the night. The scenery, that only a few hours earlier seemed to be the perfect backdrop for an enchanted night of romance and new possibilities, now seemed to mock Harima, as if whimsy has turned to misery.
They arrive at Tenma's home and she slowly gets off the bike.
She bows her head slowly and speaks in a tone of voice akin to that of her sister's, "Thank-you for tonight." she speaks searching for me to say, opting to say nothing more.
"Yeah." Harima responds, his voice cracking, trying to cover the lump in his throat, "I'll see you later."
He rides off, Tenma watches him until he is no longer visble, 'Harima, I'm sorry.' she thinks to herself as her eyes begin to swell.