It was killing me to know what they had been talking about before I had walked in. Yes Mikoto didn't want to be at the dance tonight with his adoring fans, but if that was all they had been talking about then why would Tooru interrupt him?

No, it had to have been about me, I decided. Now I just had to figure out what.

I caught up with the two of them and tried to push the questions to the back of my mind. Tooru was wondering about what type of dresses we would be wearing. I smiled at how genuine he was about the whole Princess thing.

It used to be just me and Mikoto, we both could tell something was missing though. Then Tooru came. And together we made the perfect team. Mikoto as the pouty, reluctant princess. Me as the flirty, fun-loving princess. And Tooru as the radiant, perfect princess I fell in love with.

When I thought I was going to loose him, I was upset. No, I was devastated. I knew he wasn't just leaving me, but that's what it felt like. Mikoto was upset too, so was everyone, but it felt so personal. When I heard he might leave, I hadn't been able to breath, I couldn't think, only one thought was in my mind. He's leaving me, why? I think that might have been when I realized what I had been feeling was. Love. But when Tooru asked me if I had wanted him to stay, I couldn't tell him that, and risk making him want to leave. When he announced that he was staying I had been so happy. He's not leaving me, I still have some more time with him, more of Tooru just for me, at least one more chance to say the words I'm not yet brave enough to utter.

I was so wrapped up in my memories and thoughts I almost walked into the door of the Home Economics room where our dresses were. Tooru was giving me a weird look, so tawny gold eyes met sapphire blue and I gave him my most flirtatious smile and hair flip. He just smiled back reassured and opened the door. Bowing, he held the door open for me.

"After you Princess." He murmured. I continued to play for a moment as I walked through the door, I cupped his cheek in my hand as I passed and let my fingers slide along his silky skin. At least now I can still touch him, once I speak the words that plague my heart, there are two doors. Through one I will never be able to touch his pale skin again, never be as close as we are right now. But there's a chance… too slim a chance… that he might love me back.

Please let it not be the first… I prayed to whoever would hear my thoughts as I let my fingers leave his skin and walked into the sunlit room.

Sorry these are all so short, I'm trying to write them a little longer but mostly right now they are me just kinda rambling.

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