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A Ferriswheelshipping One-shot Collection
Author: wubbzy
Count: 609
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He was starting to learn that not everything had to add up to a definitive answer
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Touko was tough.
She could travel through the icy depths of winter, the transitory changes of fall, the immense heat of summer, and the drizzled rebirth of spring. She could handle herself just fine, making her way through an arduous journey.
She could handle just about anything. She thought she could handle anything.
She wasn't prepared when there was something she just couldn't handle.
They were simple words that could roll off the tongue so effortlessly, yet stung her. They were cacophony to her ear canal.
She cried at simple words – the tone of his voice, the rhythm of each enunciation…
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She placed her hand on his shoulder, trying to give something she didn't have. Her face caressed his back, and his breath hitched. His eyes widened, trying to look behind him. Never had he felt nor understood this – emotion – sensation. It felt odd, yet it warmed his core.
"Please, that's enough. Don't say anymore," she stammered, her tone inaudible to his untrained ears. Her small voice barely grazed his ears while her words came out muffled through his shirt.
She couldn't handle it. She just wanted for him to stop – stop with those dreary words that made her sink into a bottomless pit.
He shared his past with such a listless face; a face that showed nothing. She had first thought this expression was of ambiguity to keep a sense of mystery, yet it truly meant nothing. She always dismissed this expression, but now she couldn't avoid what that expression truly meant.
Her spirit shattered at that moment.
He hadn't known how to express any of his emotions or know what he was feeling. He had turned around with a blank expression, no emotions evident. None.
It was then she realized why she broke down, why her heart was breaking – it was already in pieces, she corrected – why she couldn't handle it.
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She made a silent oath. She vowed to help him find the truth he sought out. She vowed to help him feel the emotions every human had the right to feel.
He couldn't express himself then, but the despair was glazed in his emerald eyes. It was okay if he hadn't had the proper words to say how he felt, it was alright that he couldn't share with her words that he didn't know how to put together to form the sentences that would form. It was all okay because until she was able to help him, she would express his feelings for him.
And so she bawled her eyes out for him, vulnerability and frailness of a porcelain doll taking forth her body, breaking and cracking every bit of marrow, every skin cell, every piece of tissue. She sobbed for his father's mistreatment and the things that man deprived his son of. She wailed out for his lost childhood. She wept for how he couldn't experience the things she had her entire life. She shed these tears for him. She felt so weak, wondering if this was why he sought out power – to control this pain, to make everything better in his heart.
He shook with raw emotion – emotion he couldn't comprehend or tame.
This unrefined emotion burned his chest, desire for more contact with this girl that cried. He turned around and hesitantly asked what was wrong when she buried her face in his chest with a tight embrace, and for a moment, he felt as though he was breaking. His hands felt a tremor, all the way to the pads of each fingers as they remained at his side. He was unable to understand this sensation.
She cried because he couldn't.
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AN: Finally got a chance to edit this one! I hope you guys like it. Sorry for taking so long to post it. Tell me what you think by reviewing!
