How Can I Tell You?
It's been a few days now since I sorted out my feelings, but it hasn't exactly helped. In fact, I'd almost have to say it's made things worse. Now that I'm sure I love him, it seems I can't get away from all the reminders. There are times I can't help but run into him, meals usually, with certain other times mixed in. I think I'm driving myself crazy. Either that or the rest of the world's conspiring to make me insane. I'm not sure whether to be glad that no battles have started lately or to wish one would start. As it stands I've been locking myself in my room a lot lately. I can't sleep, and when I do it's fitful. I'm barely eating. Everytime I turn around something else reminds me how deep in this mess I really am, yet I can't find anything to calm me down. By now my nerves are completely shot. I know if I keep on like this I'll probably give myself a nervous breakdown. I overheard the others yesterday and it sounds like they're starting to worry about me. I can't blame them, I'm worrying myself. I've tried almost everything I can think of. Now, in a last ditch attempt to calm myself, I settle down on my bed with a poetry book. Bad idea, I'm sure, but I'm running out of options. There's always the one at the bottom of the list. But I just can't bring myself to tell him how I feel. More than that, I suppose, is the fact that I don't know how I can tell him. Sighing to myself I open the book to the middle and start to read:
On An Angel's Wings
It's been a long time,
how have you been?
All you've been through.
Now, here at the crossroads,
so close to you,
I'm making up for lost time.
It all seems a strange coincidence.
Like a fallen star in this frozen place.
With temples of the moon and sun,
calling across the night.
Deep as the heart's procession,
I close my eyes and dream.
Day by day,
you're making me
feel I can fly,
on an angel's wings.
I slam the book shut and drop it on the floor. I can't take anymore of this. I have to tell someone, or I'll never feel any better. I get up and leave my room, heading down the hall.
I need to talk.....
Chaos: Hi!! It's me again. I hope you like my poem. Please note, Shun-kun's my favorite. I just had this crazy idea for a fic and this pair fit the bill.
Ikki: Why are you picking on Shun if he's your favorite?
Chaos: Because this fic doesn't work with anybody else.
Ikki: Let me tell you something. My little brother is NOT queer.
Chaos: Are you sure?
Ikki: Well..... uh .....
Chaos: My point exactly.
Anyway on to chapter 3.