Momiji's turn…warning, somewhat emoish.
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Valentine's Day has always been the hardest day for me. What, to watch Tohru give Kyo all her attention, while she is kind enough to think of me, to give me a delicious chocolate as a token of her "love"? Yes. She may think of me as a friend, as a younger brother, perhaps, but never as what Kyo is to her. I will never replace Kyo, and that is the sad truth.
Look at me, Tohru! I've grown! I'm taller than you, and my growth spurt hasn't stopped yet. I'm only a year younger than you. I try to act like you and Kyo aren't a couple, although I can see it in how you look at each other- with love. It's unjust. I'm just as much a good person as Kyo is, without the unpredictable temper and the cage waiting for him. I've become older. More mature. Not as easy to sway with a glance.
My mother forgot me. My father doesn't really care. My sister, Momo, thinks that I should be her older brother, and I wish that one day I could play my violin beautifully for her. For her and Tohru, together, alone. But will that ever happen? Will Kyo be imprisoned? Will Akito be healed?
What are the chances?
Look at Haru, too. He's too busy helping others to notice that he's slowly crumbling apart. Sometimes I have to save him from his self-made hole, dig him out. I'm the only person that can do that for him, besides Rin.
Yuki and Kisa are strong, Kyo is angry, Ritsu thinks that the world was brought into sin by his hands, Shigure is a ripple, Haru heals, Rin runs, Ayame (in his own way) protects, Hatori waits, Kagura atones, Hiro tries to help, and I…I don't know what I do. I can't tell you what I do. I look on from the sidelines, hidden by a mask of happiness, when inside I'm crying softly.
I once saw Ayame cry. He's the person you'd least expect to do so, but when he cries, you can tell some wall inside him breaks, like a dam with a leak. I too have that wall. And when all hope is lost, when I see Tohru and Kyo together, ignoring me, my dam overflows. And I weep, bitterly. I can't help the tears.
So I sit, happy shell surrounding me, as I weep. Rabbit indeed…
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Emo. Very emo. This was written on Valentine's Day, as I began to lament about getting nothing (again, n-o-t-h-i-n-g) at all. Yep, nothing. And my three-year-running crush still is, sadly, a crush.
I feel for Momiji.
