Disclaimer: I do not lay claim to anything from the anime Shoujo Kakumei Utena. I merely write, and sometimes those characters have the misfortune to be my victims. That said, enjoy!
He sits, playing piano. Long fingers caressing the ivory keys with a lover's tenderness...a tenderness that I will never feel myself. I shouldn't want those kinds of caresses from him, but I do. It's what I dream of every time I take one of those other boys to bed. His hands are what I crave, what I want, what I need.
There is no solution. I've lain awake so often just thinking about this. He's playing that song. His song for her. I hate her. I hate her empty eyes, her vacant smile. I hate everything about that girl. I hate her friend too, that bitch in tight bike shorts. I hate everyone else, they could have him where I couldn't.
One day, I might just take him. Drag him off to my dorm room and show him the tricks I've been practising on those other boys. Oh yes, I wanted him jealous, and it worked, beautifully. I could always feel his dissapproving eyes on me as I wound myself around yet another upperclassman. But I only want him...
I should be his first, and his last. No one could understand him the way I do...we're so much the same. Only I know the things he likes, all the little things he likes...not them! None of them could ever be as close to him as I am! None of them ever will...
Especially if I have my way...