"That's what I love about you, Hachiman."
She stood there
In awe
Even the calm
And composed blonde
Wide eyed
At the sight in front of them.
"We'll be going now. See you, Miura-san. Hayama-kun."
His voice
Devoid of emotion
Cold as stone
And just as hard.
Wave
And turn
Walking away
But this
The intimidating woman
Follows.
For one
Never had he seen
Not a man
Can stand against
Nightmare
Impossible.
On the other
She was stunned
Confused
If he was the same man
Her cynical friend
Or a different person?
Never had she seen
A display
Of confidence
Resilience
And cold aura
Darkness.
Not only was he
A monster of logic
Perhaps
Of darkness as well.
Bad meets evil.
Behind the mask
Dark secrets.
Had she been so intent
On uncovering
A gold face
That she failed
To notice
The obvious stone mask?
All people wear masks.
There comes a time
That the mask
Becomes the face
And the face
Becomes the mask.
That night
She could not sleep.
Too many
Questions
Revelations
Doubts
Assumptions
Backed by
Prejudice
Scorn
Greed
Jealousy?
He was a cynic
A rotten person
Pessimistic
Trash
Horrible to the core
Terrible to think
Yet she knew better.
Behind his own mask
Kindness
Selflessness
Patience
Benevolence
A listener
A teacher
A brother
A friend.
A lover?
It was then revealed to her
No man is so good
So just and fair
So sincere
As to not contain a bit of darkness.
But she accepted him for it.
Would she?
Knowing that he may not be
What she thought he is
Can she still accept him?
He accepted her
A spoiled girl
Foolish
Blind
Ignorant
An empty flowerpot
And a thorned rose.
A sharp contrast
Prince of hearts
The man
She pined after
Quite blindly
Stupidly
Like another rose
Beautiful
To hold
Close to her heart
Yet it hurt.
Love makes a fool out of everyone.
She was a fool even more.
How could she trust her judgement?
How can she know
That this is all
Not some game
Being played
And she
A pawn?
Contrast
He was perfect
Charming
Handsome
A smile
Lighting up her whole world
Ecstatic blue eyes
That lulled her
Into a dream.
A dream.
On the other hand
A wretched cynic
Neither pleasant nor tolerable
A face more menacing
Than endearing
But behind all that
A smile
Rare
Existing for a moment
Faint
Yet it glowed of warmth and love.
Dead-fish eyes
If one would look closer
Deeper
She can see
Behind a hardened
Battered
Broken shell
Real
Genuine.
The darker the person
The brighter the smile.
It was a grim irony.
Brimming with sinister backdrops.
Why couldn't she have both?
Rarely does a man
Enticing
Like a crystal image
Yet possesing
Humbly crafted persona
The pinnacle
Idea of perfection.
Perfection.
It cannot exist.
Reach must exceed grasp.
Because if not, then what is Heaven for?
Humans
By instinct
Are animals of greed
Creatures of violence
She was no exception.
Lust is sweet sin.
She wanted it all.
Avarice for gold
A treasure
Of emotional attachments
Mutual understanding
A metaphysical connection
Consummated by sexual fervor
And everlasting vows.
Could he read her thoughts
He would slap sense into her.
She hated herself.
Yet she loved every single moment of it.
She was rotten
Greedy
Despicable
Beauty
Lined with grotesque desires
Just like him
Twisted.
They were different.
Yet similar.
Fly higher.
Reach exceeds grasp.
Should she fall, he would catch her.
She was certain of it.
A selfish assumption
Taking advantage
Of a pristine relationship
Cultivated with time and risk
Now risking destruction
Due to her human affections.
It was purple rain
She was certain of it.
Miura Yumiko is not a good woman.
Now, she would take a gamble and go all in once more.
All or nothing.
The price for something worthwhile?
She will pay it
Blood
Sweat
And tears.
He would understand
Admire her determination
Yet hate her ambition.
So be it.