Beams of light
Orange dusk
Against the glass
Tall skyscrapers
A mirror
Reflect
Sift through streets
Fine evening.
There
She saw him
The figure
Dictated by her heart
The target.
Silhouette
Of dark blue coat
The mellow sunset
Drew his outline
In a soft glow.
Each step
Bringing her closer
A standoff
Between the two
Only metres away
Wind rustle
Salt air
From distant sea
Over the horizon
Sun set.
"Hello, Hikigaya-kun."
When he turned to her
Nonchalant
As if
He had foretold
His predicament.
A smile
Cryptic
And he looked away.
"Good evening, Haruno."
Side by side
They stood
Mere inches
Looking out
Down over
A fine view.
"What are you doing here?"
"Waiting."
The shallow stream
Patiently flowed
Like all things
Back to a single source
For it
The sea.
"You know, we are always waiting."
He simply nodded.
"Patience is a virtue."
"But I can't wait any longer."
As the moments
Pass by
An inch
Closer
Now
Beside each other.
"Like I said, it is a virtue."
"Are you not tired?"
"Very. I am simply used to it."
"You don't have to be."
Slightly
He rubbed his hands together.
She reached out
Hold him.
"Your hands are cold."
"I suppose so."
"I can give you warmth."
"Perhaps."
Closer.
The bay
A glimmering line
As the sun
Sank.
"People who are flawless. Quite dull."
"Imperfections do not make you any more valuable."
"Does it?"
To the cynic
A crooked sword
Imperfect
Unique.
Unique does not mean useful.
"Yukino-chan. She is such a nice little girl."
"I don't think so."
"Look closer. Beneath the fine façade, all is mildewed. She is simply the kind of girl you would find anyplace else."
"How do you say so?"
She smiled sweetly.
Nigh unreadable
Only the presumption
It cannot be sincere.
"She is a shadow of me."
Inwardly
He winced
It was
Cold facts.
The great
Focus on success
While the mediocre
Focus on the great.
The so called
Ice queen
Long ago
He had proclaimed
A mere mimic
Pathetic imitation
Of greatness.
She who pursues
Idealized
Portrait of honor
Success
Perfection
Fail to notice
Her own value.
A midget
Trudging on the footsteps
Of a giant.
Sometimes
Start your own
New path
Even if
Haphazard
Leading to nowhere.
Source: me.
Poor is she
Who idolize
Blinded by desire
Voracious appetite
To surpass
Her superior.
A copy will never be as good as the original.
He had admired the ice queen.
Yet
His faux
Was imposing
Personal expectation
Treacherous faith
A preconceived portrait
That she
Was perfect.
Or close to it.
Admiration is the first step to disappointment.
She will never surpass the devil.
Not now
Yet.
"Unfortunately. She looks up to you."
"Isn't that cute?"
"Soon, she will realize that she cannot be as good as you."
Her cheeks blushed
Rosy eyes
Gazing at him
Stunned.
"She will be better. Than you."
Sardonically, she smirked.
"She can try."
"That she will. Not try. Will."
"Hachiman. Am I not good enough for you?"
"Why do you say so?"
His face
Drew closer to hers
She felt his heat
Faint
Radiant.
"Perhaps you thought that. Because you are aware you are not good enough."
With a delicate finger
She tugged at his scarf
Pulling him
Ever so closer
Close combat
A mind game
War.
"I was never aware of such. Because I am always good enough."
"Enough. Is not enough. I like your confidence."
"I like you too."
A faint shade of red
Hint on his cheek
The score
Slowly
Even out
Two
Four.
"That is as far as you can get."
"I'll go the extra mile."
"I'll go twice that. Just to keep you away."
"Ara... Hikigaya-kun."
Nothing motivates
As much as
Self-interest.
"I will not stop. Until I have you."
Love is warfare
Waging battles
Each encounter
No room
For defeat.
But this is no love.
Simply.
War.
