"Hikari? Are you okay? You're spacing out," asked the boy, waving his hand in front of the girl.
She looked over. She didn't say anything instead just looked out the window. Why did she remember that time now? It certainly didn't make her feel any better than she already didn't. "Sorry, I was just thinking about something. Didn't occur to me I was spacing out."
"Ho, I see."
"Wait a second!" she screamed. "Why am I talking to you?"
"Because you know you can't live without me!" he answered cheerfully.
"Wrong. I lived without you for ten long years I think I can handle a life without you."
"Have you fallen for me yet?"
She didn't say anything, just shock her head. "What would make you think that. I hate you, you know?"
"I hate you too."
Her eyes got wide but she quickly hid them behind her bangs. It was too bad for her that the blush couldn't be hidden. It was sly.
"A person can hide from what they don't like, but they can't hide from one thing. Do you know what it is?"
She looked back over at him. "One thing you can't hide from? Your refection, your shadow?"
"Nope. None of those," he said, shaking his head no. "You can break the glass or put something over the glass to hide your reflection. A shadow will go when it is dark for a shadow itself is the dark."
"Then what is it?"
He tapped her chest. "This thing. Your heart."
"What?"
"You can try to hide from it. You can try to deny your emotions. But, you know, the heart always has a way of overcoming that. Soon you won't be able to hide from your heart."
"Really, you sound like an expert on this."
"Oh, I'm more than an expert. I've had this struggle for many years. I loved someone but we were just friends, so I had to hide what I felt. Because I did that I often fought with her. She fought back, though. Then one day she left. I was sad because I thought she wouldn't come back. I blamed myself for what happened. If she didn't come back it was my fault."
"She came back?"
"Yes and no."
"She changed," he poked her chest again. "She's trying to hide from the one thing you can't hide from. It will only hurt you in the end."
"You don't know what I feel. I'm not hiding from anything," she said, swatting his hand away. "I just simply hate you. Is that so much of a crime?"
"Nope, none at all."
"Then why be so persistent about it?"
"Because I can't lie to myself any longer."
"About what?"
"Do you think I hate you? You're nothing more than a childhood friend who took care of me when we were little? Is that what you think I think of you?"
"What else would you think of me? Ever since we were little all we've ever done was fight and bicker. There was nothing good about a spoiled little kid like me."
"And who spoiled you?"
She opened her mouth to reply but nothing came out. Who had spoiled her?
"Can't think of an answer? Well, that's expected of you."
"You."
He looked over at her. "What?"
"You spoiled me didn't you? You were the one that always gave me what I wanted. When I would fall and get hurt, it wasn't my mom that was there it was you. When I got into trouble you were always right there next to me. When I had to do choirs you were always pitching a helping hand. When I needed something I went to you … I needed you so much when I was little. You spoiled me so much."
"Then I stopped."
"Yeah, you stopped. That's when I became mad. I didn't like it that you stopped spoiling me. I was so use to it that it was unnatural that I wasn't spoiled. I remember that night it was storming, and I was alone in my room. I wanted you there with me, but you and me were in a fight. I cried and cried calling out to you but you never came."
"I wanted to be with you too."
"Why?"
"You tell me why you wanted to be with me?"
"Because," she stopped. "Because I liked you."
A smile came to the boy's face as he jumped on the girl. "I knew it, you like me."
"I said liked! LIKED! I don't like you! I don't! I don't! I don't!"
"Ahaha! You do!"
"Don't get so cocky!"
"Hey, is it okay if I spoil you from now on like I use to? I promise that I will never leave you like I did before. I'll protect you."
"...alright," she manged to say before his lips pressed against her's.
Maybe all that time she was searching for someone to spoil her. To treat her like a princess. Was that it? Was that why she left? Well, it didn't matter anymore, because she was as spoiled now as she ever was.
– The End –
