Kusama Nowaki
When I first laid eyes upon you, you were sitting on the bench looking as if the world weighed down on your shoulders. My eyes couldn't help but keep wandering back to you as one thought kept drumming through my head on repeat.
Ah. We're the same.
In the beginning, I had never intended to be more than just friends, comrades by circumstance.
A love found through mutual loneliness.
Yet, soon enough I found that it wasn't enough. I wanted us to be more than something born through mere convenience.
I wanted to be the only one you had eyes for.
It was crazy and preposterous, after all you love him and the interest you had in me was that of a friend.
(Or was it even less than that?)
Jealousy colored my world. I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't live knowing your love was directed at someone who would never reciprocate. My legs moved of their own accord. A tingling sensation spread throughout my body resonating with each heartbeat. Growing stronger in intensity each time. It was like I was enveloped in a haze as I moved towards you, fixated on my goal to remove his existence within you. To purge that within you so tenderly embraced.
You should just forget it all.
Bodies moving feverishly against each other. A faint sense of disconnect, of wrongness, in the back of my mind.
Why can't it be me?
Only heartache remained as the door closed behind me the next morning.