–A vivid dream.
An illusion to the eyes of a beautiful woman– a woman that treads far too deep into one's heart. Connecting the dots, setting up the lines, there was no place her love couldn't reach to.
Tinkering his flesh once more, the soft skin she grasped only made her tears drop harder; for once… She was happy–her love, her everything came for her. And only her. There wasn't anything she'd desire besides him.
"Love me… Please love me…" she desperately pleaded; requiring his love as it brought peace to her heart. And warmth to her soul.
Was there any word? Any word that could respond to her love with the equal embrace, passion, and enthusiasm she withheld for him?
Was there any?
His mind, soul, and all else that compelled such knowledge didn't appear as if there was no reasonable solution–if there was a way, how would he respond…
Her empathetic emotions, his heartbeat, yet stung–with pain? He was hurt, his mind captured in hatred, madness, and inner destruction, the fundamentals that constructed his mind dissipated, breached.
Breached by feelings? "Love" enthralled him, embraced him, cuddled him, too much for a simple man like himself to accept.
Never letting go, her fingers gently caressed around his face as if it had been years since she felt such a warm emotion.
Her lips happened to quiver once more–a sight opposed the witch's attention. Ignoring all else but cherishing his existence in the hope he would recognize her. Appease her existence, cuddle with her, touch her all over.
Pulling him in once more, wrapping him in her arms. Tending to catch a slight tremble from him which wasn't present.
As she saw his barren lips. And loneliness, her heart called out. Wanting to please him and love him by all means possible.
As her hands felt his cold cheeks– cold lips, smooth and soft in any way, she dazzled and shook like a little child when a parent lent them a Christmas gift.
"Lov–" refraining from her words. For she couldn't speak? Had something caught her tongue? She couldn't talk with her beloved as if her words only sounded like mere gibberish.
Closing her eyes–suddenly Subaru happened to open his, upon the time she closed hers it managed to be a moment where he could behold her suitable elegance.
She embraced him further as her eyes were sealed, her lips pressed onward as a slight tingle came to the boy's face.
A simple flush, a face of red. For he couldn't hold back, nor could he possibly do anything. Her lips pressed on closer as feeling no way to escape…
Feeling as if his heart would truly plunge, in the breath of the frail girl–managing to pull her away as they locked eyes in passion but it wasn't one or the other holding each other, they both held each other together.
He wouldn't fall, only sick of himself, there wasn't a reason to ignore her. Those feelings she carried made something deep strike him from within, a beating presence that made him… Happy?
He couldn't understand it… He was happy. And his heart gleamed like a shining stone hidden away by the moon itself, why could he feel like this…
The more he saw her, the more he could only smile with such warmth that suddenly existed but why? He questioned only to be denied with endless silence, he floated in confusion and unease as she couldn't keep her passionate gaze away from him.
The temptation that arose from her gaze only brought great ease towards his heart… So much he wanted to say, do, feel but why... His heart had already decided but his mind hadn't.
He didn't know what to feel. As if a heart was ripped into two between a decision and a certain outcome, there wasn't a way out of this that wouldn't hurt her…
There wasn't a way to walk out, a way to run, he wanted to respond, show his care. His love, everything he felt but was this truly the right time?
'Dammit…' his heart cried out, whispering out the true words he felt. He couldn't run from what he held inside.
He'd confront her feelings, accept them, embrace them. Love them, there wasn't a reason to hold back. No not anymore… There wasn't enough time to decide that.
There wasn't time to waste–he came to a conclusion, an idea, he knew what must be done, he knew how he felt.
"I love you!"