He giggled a bit

As her face

Rapidly flushed

A deep shade of red

In an attempt to hide

Embedding herself

Into the crook of his neck.

"I know you can hear me."

"Mnhm... ngh..."

Desperately

Stifling a cry

An urge to giggle

In joy and embarassment

She let out a squeak

As he scooped an arm

Under her legs

And lift her up.

"H-Hachi- w-wha- mmphm!"

She could only bury her face

In his arm

Words refused to materialize

Even more

Leave her lips

As he carried her

Up to her room.

"Huff... you are pretty heavy."

"Nghn... S-shut up..."

She hissed with what little venom

She could muster

For the snake

Was easily wooed

By the snake charmer.

Her body was tense

And her hands clung tightly

Her heart was threatening to fly out

She refused to look at him

How could she?

Swallow her pride?

A simple question

Not.

Yet here she was

Helpless

In the arms

Of an elusive cynic

Her mind incessantly wandering

In the wrongest of directions.

Meticulously

He layed her

On the bed

It was dark

It was even more sinister

Such a provocative atmosphere

And still

She refused to budge

Like a trap

She had him

Locked in her clutches.

"Oi... let... go now."

"Sleep with me."

"I-I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."

"Fucking pervert! I said sleep, not sex!"

She tightened her hug even more

As she shot him

A deadly look

Emerald green

Against dead black ones

In the darkness of the room.

"Ngngh! Let. Go!"

In the ensuing scuffle

Like cats locked in a fight

He was trying to pry her off

To no avail.

"H-Hachi."

"Y-yeah?"

"I heard you."

"So you did."

"W-will you sing that to me again?"

"Oh no, no."

"Hmph! Sing it!"

She wriggled closer to him

Pinning him under her

Gripping his collars

As he leaned away from her face.

"Yumiko. You do know the... uh..."

"What."

"Position."

"Ah..."

Rolling off him

With a tinge of red

Awkward silence

Followed.

"Yeah. I think I should go."

No answer.

"Good night, Yumiko."

She was facing away from him

But he could make out

Faint mumblings.

In a bid

To provoke a reply

He leaned over

A quick peck to the cheeks.

"Hoy! W-what was that?!"

"Good night."

"G-get lost."

He simply smiled

And tousled her hair

One last time

Before disappearing.

Deafening silence followed.

The loudest noise

Is indeed silence.

The faint click of the door

And the distant creak of the gate

A signal

Soon

It was darkness

And her

Again.

Like a withering flower

Curling into herself

Tears flowed once more

Yet she did not know

Why.

The saddest tears

Are ones that appear

In silence.

Was she too rude?

Difficult?

Not good enough?

Perhaps

The seeds of doubt

Planted by a certain cynic

Grew out of hand

And now

A deadly weed

Of the mind

Emotion

Fear.

She shivered

Sniffles fill the air

As tears relentlessly cascaded

Down her cheeks

Vision

Blurred

Literally and figuratively

Her heart felt cold

A horrible empty feeling

A while ago

It was as if she would seize up

Her heartbeat was a mess

But now

She may as well be dead.

It hurt.

On him

She could smell

Her scent

Trace her presence

And everywhere she touched

It was as if baptized

By a plague

One that terrified her

A horror

If he would succumb to it.

To her.

A pillow muffled the sounds

Serving to absorb the tears

For no one was there

To wipe them away.

She knew

To let him go

A decision

Even fools

Are not that foolish.

They say

If you love someone

Set them free.

How could she?

He was a diamond

In a world of coal and soot

One that she has dug up

Polished

Come to love.

Is friendship not enough?

Why does love demand more?

What is love

If it is enough?

Love is nothing

If it is not everything.

Crying oneself to sleep

Such an expression

Strange

And sad

The first step

Towards a cliff

Despair.

Hindsight is always

Better than foresight

Only in the end

We look back

To realize

What we could have done

What we should have done.

No dreams tonight.

No nightmares either.

The latter

Was out loose

Threatening to destroy her

And take away

Everything she loved.

Nothing as lovely

Nor sweet as nectar

As wine

From a broken jar.

She hoped

That she was everything

To him.

Because he was everything

To her.