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Through Glass (A songfic)
By: Hikari No Himitsu
Song: Through Glass by Stone Sour
Sometimes, Ootori Kyouya wondered if he was insane.
I'm looking at you through the glass,
It seemed impossible for the almost emotionless teenager to care so much about anything, or rather, anyone. Technically, he really hadn't until she came into his life, unknowingly yet easily destroying the barriers that he always held up around himself. When he was finally honest enough to admit his feelings to himself, he wanted to try admitting it to her as well. However, he couldn't. Kyouya felt like he was encased in glass. When he reached out to grab his chance, his fingers struck solid, and that chance once again slipped away right in front of him. The most frustrating aspect of this was that the glass had been formed by his own doubts, and, yes, even fears. For, even people like him had such emotions. Still, it was quite surprising in his case.
Don't know how much time has passed,
Sometimes, he would lose track of time; especially when he was looking at her. Behind those glinting glasses, the direction in which his gaze was going was almost impossible to decipher. And it was almost always on her. It was hard for him not to look at her. Kyouya cursed himself that he was weak enough to be affected by something like that infatuation for the simple girl. Though he hid this quite well, it was always there, gnawing at him.
Oh God, it feels like forever,
Time was horribly slow for him. Every day that he could've told her his feelings, but never did, passed by in agony. Each moment took a year. How long had it been since he last spoke to her? He craved for those moments. They passed by so quickly he could seldom grasp onto them. It was extremely frustrating.
And no one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
On the days that he would be out from school and in his house, thought to be doing 'work' by his parents, he was simply sitting, mind occupied by her. Everything about her, every mention, every glimpse, brought her back to his mind for hours at a time.
Sitting all alone, inside your head.
Kyouya didn't want to be alone anymore. Sure, he was surrounded by those idiots at the Host Club, he was surrounded by all of Ouran, but he was still alone. At least, that was how he felt it. He wanted her. He wanted her to have the same problem as him; that certain person always occupying the mind, impossible to drive away. With her, he would no longer be alone. That gaping hole he always felt would finally be filled, after all this time.
After all, what truly is love but a poorly concealed madness?