Sweets
You know, I don't really like sweets. I don't understand how he pops them in like water. Him, the one with the beautiful mismatched eyes and long smooth ebony hair.
I want to arrest him.
I'm quite sure lots of these unsolved cases have something to do with him.
Quite sure.
So why am I buying sweets for him?
Oh, let me rephrase my question.
Why am I buying his FAVOURITE sweets for him?
I don't understand, maybe if I did, then I wouldn't be standing here now, in front of the pet shop, holding his favourite cake. Cake so sweet it might rot my teeth just to look at them.
Strange, but I don't like sweets, but I like watching him eat them.
He savors them slowly, and this indescribable look crosses his face.
His beautiful face.
Not as if I notice or anything.
I don't understand.
Maybe if I did.
It might all be different.
You think so?
Why am I talking to myself anyway?
That's it Leon, you've been working too much overtime.
But still.
I want to know.
Why I continue to buy sweets for him.
They're damn expensive.
I could use that money for something else.
Like.
Like.
Damn.
I need to get a life.
A bloody life.
But he likes those sweets.
I just can't win.
It's so strange. I use to see the world in black and white.
You know, good guy and bad guy?
No in-betweens.
But.
But I just can't seem to place D anywhere.
Not really good, but not really bad as well.
Then, what is he?
I don't know.
I wonder, when I do place him, will I still continue to look at him the same way?
So, until I know, is that why I keep buying sweets for him?
To know where he stands?
To know if I can trust him?
Can I trust him?
But when he smiles, I know I can trust him.
Or maybe it's just the way he smiles.
"Hello Detective."
"Hey."
"Ooo! Sweets! Come in!"
That damn smile.
That damn smile that's so charming and.
And.
It pulls at me in a funny manner.
"Hey D?"
"Hm?"
Mismatched eyes now.
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.
I don't really know what I'm trying to say.
Really.
But D seems to understand.
There's a strange look in his eyes.
Beautiful mismatched eyes.
Doki Doki
What's that weird feeling?
I need to breathe.
Then he smiled.
Smiled.
Not that plastic smile he usually has on.
Am I blushing?
Smile.
Damn, he has a nice smile.
"Aa."
D turned his back on me again, preparing my favourite tea.
I still don't know why I continue to buy sweets for him.
But until I do.
Until I fully understand.
I'll buy sweets for him.
You know, I don't really like sweets. I don't understand how he pops them in like water. Him, the one with the beautiful mismatched eyes and long smooth ebony hair.
I want to arrest him.
I'm quite sure lots of these unsolved cases have something to do with him.
Quite sure.
So why am I buying sweets for him?
Oh, let me rephrase my question.
Why am I buying his FAVOURITE sweets for him?
I don't understand, maybe if I did, then I wouldn't be standing here now, in front of the pet shop, holding his favourite cake. Cake so sweet it might rot my teeth just to look at them.
Strange, but I don't like sweets, but I like watching him eat them.
He savors them slowly, and this indescribable look crosses his face.
His beautiful face.
Not as if I notice or anything.
I don't understand.
Maybe if I did.
It might all be different.
You think so?
Why am I talking to myself anyway?
That's it Leon, you've been working too much overtime.
But still.
I want to know.
Why I continue to buy sweets for him.
They're damn expensive.
I could use that money for something else.
Like.
Like.
Damn.
I need to get a life.
A bloody life.
But he likes those sweets.
I just can't win.
It's so strange. I use to see the world in black and white.
You know, good guy and bad guy?
No in-betweens.
But.
But I just can't seem to place D anywhere.
Not really good, but not really bad as well.
Then, what is he?
I don't know.
I wonder, when I do place him, will I still continue to look at him the same way?
So, until I know, is that why I keep buying sweets for him?
To know where he stands?
To know if I can trust him?
Can I trust him?
But when he smiles, I know I can trust him.
Or maybe it's just the way he smiles.
"Hello Detective."
"Hey."
"Ooo! Sweets! Come in!"
That damn smile.
That damn smile that's so charming and.
And.
It pulls at me in a funny manner.
"Hey D?"
"Hm?"
Mismatched eyes now.
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.
I don't really know what I'm trying to say.
Really.
But D seems to understand.
There's a strange look in his eyes.
Beautiful mismatched eyes.
Doki Doki
What's that weird feeling?
I need to breathe.
Then he smiled.
Smiled.
Not that plastic smile he usually has on.
Am I blushing?
Smile.
Damn, he has a nice smile.
"Aa."
D turned his back on me again, preparing my favourite tea.
I still don't know why I continue to buy sweets for him.
But until I do.
Until I fully understand.
I'll buy sweets for him.
