Part One - Of Moths and Moonlight
Kurama's POV
: The silver disc that is the Moon,
Unknowingly calls to the worshipping moth :
I think that I've loved you from the first time I saw you. We have always been friends, yet I have been longing for something more. So when you came into my room tonight, I told you.
: Wind buffets delicate wings,
Tossing the stricken creature where it wills :
Who would have thought that three little words would have such an effect? You looked away from me, saying love is not real, just an imagined emotion. And then you left, through my window into the night. I stared after you in shock, sensing as you moved through the trees. Away from me.
: The moth falls to the ground, slightly battered,
Only to rise, and try again. :
Tears flowed silently down my cheeks as I got into bed. Closing my eyes, I tried to think of what I had done wrong. I thought you felt the same . . . And then, a smile touched my lips, for I knew you did. Though you were not prepared to admit your love, your actions spoke for you. When you thought I was asleep, I felt you settle outside my window. Watching over me in the moonlight.
