Disclaimer: Gravitation belongs to Maki Murakami. This is just another ficlet, this time Shuichi's POV.

Eyes and Fingers

I can't let you go. It's not like I haven't tried.. you have no idea how many times I've mentally gotten ready to stand up, and get out once and for all. To escape from your yells, your harsh words and constant verbal messages that I was not welcome. I thought that you had meant that. You are a writer, you command words and you take responsibility for them.

But then I pondered how unromantic you are for an author of such successful love stories and that maybe you didn't mean what you had been saying all the time.

Perhaps your words which were supposed to be fair, were just a barrier and a desperate call. For what exactly, I can't tell yet.

But I still keep on fighting, I try to show you my love and I'm getting used to everything you show on the outside.

I don't think you're aware how you deny each unpleasant line you've uttered touching me gently like this.

You can control and fake the words, but you should be more careful in the way you're looking at me, through your eyes and fingers.