Sometimes
Serenity
Lapelled with silence
And good company
Is the essence
Of what it means
To be in love.
Mellow incandescence
Illuminating a café
Accompanied
Faint jazz
And continuous patter
Light rain
Blue afternoons
In front of her
Stunning sight
Of what was once
A gray cynic
Now
A pristine example
Of what an aristocrat
Of the social hierarchy
Appears to be.
Lovely atmospheres
Underlying insecurities
Like serpents
In beds of roses.
"Hachi."
"Yes?"
"Do you like Haruno?"
For a moment
He raised a brow
Skeptical
It was certainly
A dangerous question
And he put down his mug.
"Well... I guess I don't want her dead."
"Hachio! That is such a horrible answer!"
"Ok, sorry. No, not a bit. She's scary, and she's a nuisance."
"Oh... ok..."
Her voice trailed off
It was cool
Lacking the air
The fire
Gone
Or atleast
Perhaps one of those rare instances
When the heat dies down
Revealing
Warmth
As she stirred her drink
In contemplation
Eyeing a reflection
Of a pretty face
On the surface of caramel sweet.
To him
He knew
Signs
Her face devoid of emotion
But her eyes
In deep thinking.
"I always see you and her together."
It was time for him to listen
These rare moments
The two of them
Sharing
A mutual
Understanding.
"You don't think I noticed? There were days... I would see you two together..."
"So you did. It seems you have a keen sense of observation."
She smiled at him
As they connected
Her gaze
Telling the lines
Of the story
She could not tell.
"I learned from you."
"You don't have to be envious about it."
"No, I'm not. It's just that... you two seem closer... and she would hold you close... and you..."
Her eyes
Bright green
Under the soft light
It looked like a star
Looking closer
Tears
Albeit slight
Laced with
Sadness.
"I-I... feel like we're..."
The following words
Had she managed to utter it
Threaten to break her
In tears.
She feared
That this relationship
She has come to love
And now
Like a cloud
He began to drift away
Golden sand
Sifting through her fingers
Helpless
Watching.
They spent time together
Through hard times
Ups
Downs
Joy and grief
Gain and loss
They were good friends
By hook
Or by crook.
She wanted him
To hold her
Closer
And she wanted
To hold him
Closer
Even more
Than both
Him
And
Her
The cynic
And the devil.
Perhaps she was the angel.
She would not lose.
She will not allow it.
But it was selfish.
She was selfish.
She wanted perfection
Foolishly chasing
Led by her desire
For something
Greater
Turning a blind eye
Failing to see
What is good
And what is too good.
Failing to grasp
What is within reach
And trying to grasp
What is out of reach.
He sat beside her
Softly tousling her locks
As she looked away
Too proud
To let him see
Fractures
On a crystal figurine.
"Don't be afraid."
She felt herself
Unanimously
Drawn to him
And soon
Allowing
Leaning on him
For support
And warmth.
"I was foolish, cynical and a straight-out asshole. Yes. But you stayed with me, didn't you? When those I considered closest to the possibility of being friends bailed on me, here you are. Beside me."
"Behind that dead-fish eyes of yours, Hachiman, is something good... Kindness, selflessness..."
Love.
"Love?"
"D-don't assume!"
"I heard you."
"Oh, now you're an esper too."
They both shared a hearty laugh.
"Agh... enough with this cheesy bullcrap..."
"Remember that time when I asked you if we were still friends?"
"Oh piss off."
"Ah, cliché be damned. You're a dear friend. To me."
Two of them
Looking out of the window
Purple rain
Dark blue skies
It was certainly cold
But it was pleasant
With someone
Beside you.
Her heart stung a bit
What he said
Slow-induced poison
Sooner or later
Indeed
Seeds of doubt
Now bearing fruits.
Deep down
She loved him
She wanted more
She needed more.
More than
A dear friendship.
Fable of the dog and the bone
She saw a reflection
What could have been
In greed
She leapt out to seize it
Dropping
Something real.
Something worthwhile.
Something genuine.
Love is friendship made dear.