Subtle hints
A drop in temperature
Like still water
It was going nowhere.
Every move she made
Like an arrow against iron
Bounced off
Deflected with a smile.
An invisible barrier
Between them
The lack of trust
Honesty
Sincerity
And she looked
It was as if
A frozen image
Painting
Still life.
Look
But not
Touch.
This is the bottom of the jar.
No more sweets
Nor any love
Only a dry and cold
Husk of a man.
She would have to find out herself.
"Hayato. What's with you not showing up yesterday?"
"Sorry. I was just tired."
"Oh really? Because last I checked, you were not even at home."
The smile on his face
Like a crystal mirror
Shattered.
"Why do you even know- nevermind."
"If you don't want to give me a bit of your time, just say so."
"I need time. Alone."
It was a shock
The prince
Raising his voice
A first occurence
And the mask hung
By a string.
"H-Hayato..."
"I'm sorry. It's just that... alot of things happened recently."
"You can tell me."
Once more
A mask of smiles
Covered his true
Visage.
"It's okay, Miura-san. Thank you for your concern."
"How are things between you and Hikio?"
"I don't want to talk about him."
Try as he did
It was impossible
To hide scorn
Upon the mention
Of a certain cynic.
Perhaps
This is the hammer
To break through
The glass
Of illusions.
"Why do you always seem like you hate him? Is he that bad of a person?"
"Miura, please stop."
"Everytime I mention his name, you change the topic. What is it?"
"Stop it."
"Is it because you feel he's better than you?"
"Yumiko Miura! Shut up about Hikigaya-kun!"
She was shocked
Before her
A furious man
Lo and behold
The mask is off
Shattered.
"You want to know so bad? The reason I did not show up yesterday? Why I couldn't go with you that Saturday night?"
He took a deep breath.
"He didn't tell you, did he? Yes. I was there at the reception. And he came with Haruno and messed it all up."
"W-what are you saying..."
"Looks like your friend only showed you half the picture."
She was fishing for truth
And reeled in
More than she could handle.
"That idiot came in and pretended to be mister-rich-guy and fooled everyone. Which led to me getting berated and shamed by my own father, because your dear Hikio was 'the son he never had'!"
He frowned
Blue eyes
A dangerous gaze
Far sinister
Dark
A contrast
To his façade of brightness.
"And you want to know what's more?"
She did not know if she wanted to hear it.
"Haruno kissed him. Yes, your beloved friend even kissed back. I saw it."
"L-lies! He would never-"
"Oh, is that right? Admiration is the first step to disappointment. Everybody lies. Don't think Hikigaya is all holier-than-thou."
She felt tears starting to form
On the corner of her eyes
And the same feeling
Of cold emptiness
Returns.
"But it's not like you care, right? I'm not stupid. I know you love him. All this time, it was never about me. It was about him."
"Because you too never loved me!"
She was not backing out.
Not anymore.
Fiery green
Met
Icy blue
It was fire against ice
The confrontation
Of two aristocrats
In the social hierarchy.
"I'm not stupid either. You don't think I noticed? That mask of yours was too obvious. Look at you. Out and exposed, taking the bait. All it took was the mention of one name to send you into a rage. How pathetic."
He was furious.
Indeed.
Fooled for the second time
Once by a cynic
And now by a fire queen.
"Yumiko. Wait."
Slowly
Step away
Turn around
Walk away.
"Wait! I am sorry!"
What can sorry do?
Farther
Into the cold dusk
Carry away
A truth
Bitter
Sweet.
Like the proud flower she is
Tears cannot be seen
She will not allow it.
Yet it flowed once more.
He on the other hand
In a way
Succeeded
A planter
Seeds of doubt
Now a corrosive
Slow-induced poison
Payback
For the chaos
A cunning cynic
And a sly devil
Brought.
An eye for an eye.
But it will only blind them all.
Truth is the greatest medicine
And the worst poison
He had done nothing wrong
But honesty
It is a double-edged sword.
Worst still, he inflated it.
Revenge is sweet.
A dessert at the end.
Best served cold.
