It was late afternoon when the blue haired girl sat on a bench and wrote in her journal. She always wrote poems. She always wrote about one person.
This is what she wrote:
"His look"
I saw him today,
But something was different,
I'm not sure what it was,
He looked the same as always,
He seemed like he was hiding something,
His look was the same,
But still different,
Why?
"His eyes"When I saw him today I noticed his eyes,
Like they too were different,
For a moment I looked into his eyes,
But when he noticed I looked away,
There is so much hurt hidden in his eyes,
Why do I notice this now?
"His smile"
I never saw him smile,
I wonder when the last time he was truly happy was,
He always seems down,
I want to help him,
But what can I do,
Today I think I saw him smile though,
It was a small smile,
But still a true one,
Why am I the only one who notices his smile?
"Why"
I've been asking myself questions,
And I think I got the answer,
The reason I notice all the little things different about him is because of how I feel,
This feeling is love,
I love him,
But dose he love me?
"H-I-E-I"
His look is very dark, but it suits him well
Inside he's hurt, but he has reason to be
Everyday he's so cold to people, but he's hurt
In his heart he can love, but he does want to
Hiei, that's his name.
Author: Botan
She sighed as she put her journal away. As he walked through the park she thought about the one she loved. She smiled and enjoyed the beautiful day.