The Prince Series
Lady Abbess
4
The Tennis Prince
(He looks at me but he does not see me)
Standard Disclaimer Applied
A/N: I had exams last week and this week. Whew. What a mental workout. I think it's only fine that I try to write something. Also, I felt like writing something akin to poetry instead of the usual prose. Please review, I want to get opinions. Getting faves and alerts is nice and all but I do like getting feedback.
The people who asked for certain pairings would need to wait a little longer. I'm still treading familiar waters and I need to brush up on my characterizations. Still need to get familiar with the other characters again. So please and thank you.
the afternoon sun made you look harsher
with shadows playing on your face,
sharpening the lines, your shape and
killing the gold in your eyes.
this was like the moment when I saw
you more clearly, better, we were at the stoplight
my favorite color used to be pink, it had
changed and now my eyes soften at the beauty
of black and green, especially of your hair
in the light, glowing. I wish to touch it.
I wish to know who you like because it is truth
that it would never be me. let me meet her and
cheer for her because the girl who captures
your heart must truly be special. love her well.
there are so many things I wish to tell you but
I fail to find the right words. it might be
easy to say 'I like you' but there are words
my heart cannot say. does it matter now?
would things ever be different?
or will they remain to be the same? I have no clue.
I will no longer look for answers and after
this afternoon, I will no longer look at you
the way I do. so I shall stare a little
longer, watch the shadows on your face
and slowly count to ten,
because now you walk away from me
from that same stoplight
and my heart bids you goodbye.
It was funny how she wrote a letter of goodbye when there was still no feeling of closure. She folded the school newspaper, regretting that she was talked into submitting it by a member of the Journalism Club who had accidentally read it. Even if she had requested that her name be kept anonymous, she still felt as if she had exposed her soul to the entire school. It was disconcerting and uncomfortable.
Standing up from her usual spot by the large tree during lunch breaks, she gathered her things and walked off. Slightly worrying her bottom lip with her teeth, her eyes were on the ground and not with what was ahead of her. And because of that, she was not prepared when she had bumped into someone.
"Ah, I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed and bowed quickly.
"It's no problem, Ryuuzaki."
She looked up and saw her tennis prince. He was wiping the Ponta that had spilled on his shirt with a slight frown on her face. "Oh! I'm so sorry, Ryoma-kun!" She exclaimed again, hurriedly looking for her handkerchief but he only patted her hand away and gave her an awkward, reassuring look.
"It's no problem." He repeated and strode past her, heading for the tree.
She looked at his back and smiled, a sad feeling welling up inside her.
A/N: Huh. Another chapter done and now I have no idea for the next. Well. Also, editing/formatting stories here is a bitch.