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.