OMAKE: BONUS CHAPTER
Kyouya's Narration
I sat back on the recliner beside the large, curtained windows as I flipped the pages of the small album on my lap, listening to the blasted rock music booming out of the speakers of the music player. It was a cd Katsumi had lent me, saying that somehow, a particularly cool guy with glasses and black hair needed to cool down a bit and go a little crazy. I smiled right then and pecked her on the forehead, bidding her a good night.
Falling in love had long escaped my mind until now. I did not fill my fantasies with a wedding of me and the girl I treasured the most--no, I did not expect such nonsense things to happen. Being amongst a wealthy social circle, I did not expect any girl to come and smile for me, or come greet me warmly, nor see me as who I really am--see my shell breaking, exposing me for the world to see. It would always be for profit and not for silly romances like that. Because it was a regular drill for us rich people.
When Mori told me he was getting married to someone he truly loved, I felt happy for him. Because then, he found his own joy. But somehow, I felt envy. Nobody forced him to do things that he never wanted. I was jealous because he was free and with that, I felt annoyed. Because I wasn't.
Meeting Katsumi that night on the bar wasn't a total accident. I knew she would be there and I wanted to meet the girl of Mori's heart. The girl of my best friend. But a girl attending a bar like that wouldn't be someone you could always be proud of. It wasn't someone of finesse that you could show off to other prominent people of our circle and stand out. She was one mere girl of no subtlety.
But when she kissed me that night, I felt that a part of me had changed. That she had triggered a part of me that made me feel different.
Maybe that was when I fell in love with her. I didn't know when, exactly, but I just did. Because she changed something inside of me that even I couldn't tell what.
Whenever I would be with her, everything else didn't matter. I kept on forgetting things and I would do something I couldn't understand. And then, I find myself surprised that my fingers were already intertwined with hers, or my lips had already landed on her soft ones, or my arms have already made their way around her, feeling every bit of her warmth.
Every time we would touch would be a new and different feeling. I would always enjoy how her heart would race and then I would be able to hear her heart beating, whispering soothing music against my ear. I would always smile at how her cheeks would flush whenever I would come peck her on the cheek, or on the forehead. And then, her eyelashes would flutter in surprise whenever I kiss her without warning.
It was a different feeling. It was something that puzzled me that's why it kept me with interest. It was something that I would always welcome.
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Mori caught us both off guard when stood lean by the car, smiling at our direction as he kept his eyes on the girl beside me. He came to pick her up. I held her tighter because I knew, that right after this moment I would never feel anything close to this like before.
Because three weeks from now, she was getting married. And it would break my heart.
These were the facts that escaped me when I was with her. Every moment would be something I wanted to focus myself with and everything else didn't matter.
She was getting married, Kyouya. I told myself as I felt her pull her hand suddenly away. And then, Mori came and hugged her close, kissing the top of her head as he whispered how much he loved her and how much he missed being with her, hugging her like this.
I wanted to push him away as all logical thoughts fluttered out of my mind and something that hurt slashed me by the heart. It was painful, yes...to see the girl you love being taken by someone else.
But then, I realized that I was in no position of doing that. I may not know what kind of feelings Katsumi had for Mori, or what she had for me, but if I came stealing her away, Mori would be hurt. He was my best friend and no matter how much I wanted Katsumi to be mine, I could not. Because I don't want to break that bond Mori and I had.
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'I love you, Kyouya.'
Those were the words she whispered on my ear as she pulled me closer that night as we mounted the tower for the third time. It soothed me, and warmed me inside. She had that certain type of enigma that made me feel weak and she would be the death of me.
I love her.
But right now, we were trapped in one situation on which we have to choose.
'I love you too.'
Those were the words I told her--the only words that came out of my lips for the very first time. But as much as I wanted to be with her, it was somehow impossible. Because choosing would leave somebody hurt behind. And that would be the last thing we wanted to happen.
