Moon
The rains have earlier bruised the streets with pockmarks and puddles. Hino Kahoko pays them no mind now as she hums and swings her violin case cheerfully about, so the cerulean-haired violinist lets her dance on ahead into the clear evening.
The thought of loving her has not wholly escaped him. It is not difficult, he knows. Perhaps it is possible that he loves her even now, in some small measure. He ponders words like propriety and consequence and maybe, maybe, fear, and acknowledges that words only matter when he wants them to.
I will be leaving soon.
She stops and turns, a luminous smile cresting on her face, and all thought is gone from his head.
At his foot, a puddle ripples, blissful in thinking that it has caught the moon in its gaze.
Tsukimori Len pities the fool who presumes a watered imitation could ever mirror the heavens. He shakes his head and feels very human.
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nyaha, i've been typing and retyping the chapter title for about an hour, until i finally decided that 'moon' suits this better than 'rain.' maybe it's because 'moon' equals to 'tsuki' in kanji. i know, i'm very biased. feh. i sooooo love your reviews, guys. and oh--check this story out if you want to read something emotional but not overly so; something highly inspiring and tear-inducing whoa, it rhymes sniff sniff:
w w w. fan fiction . net /s/5637438/1/Breathe by Talbot-Stark. ignore the spaces, if you please. XD