I lost my motivation for writing my last fanfiction, Angel Beats, Moving On, and I know why. I'm a lazy guy, and it took effort to keep track of everything that was going on; thus, I am going to discontinue the story. I'm going to stick with oneshots or really short, chapter stories until I can actually learn how to write. And I haven't even uploaded to this site in quite a long time. Over year now? Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

Love

She looked at me, not happily, not sadly. She finished eating. She gave a polite smile and started to walk towards her room. She whispered something. I heard something about love.

"Did you say something, Fear? I think I heard 'love'."

"Nope. Good night!"

What is Fear? Is she human? I doubt it. Nor is she part of my family. I don't think she likes that though. We have a very special relationship though. I feel like I have to take care of her. Not as my job or moral obligation. I just feel like I should. Maybe it's because I love her. Not like a couple's love. It's something more subtle. But I'm pretty sure I love her. If I love her, does it matter if she's my family or if she's human? I guess not.

I walked over to her room's door. Quietly, I said "Thank you, Fear. Good night."

I headed to my room and quietly lay down. I pondered Fear and our relationship. I felt as though I couldn't figure out, but it didn't matter. I just let sleep run through my head as I waited for the next day.

"Haruaki!"

Am I dreaming?

"Haruaki!"

Is that Fear?

"Haruaki!"

"Ugh, I'm sorry. Why are you waking me up already?"

"Because I made the choice to be with you all day today.

A conscious choice to be with me all day. "There's no school today, so fine."

"Yay! Let's go, Haruaki!"

I'll go to the bathroom and do what I must. Then I'll spend the day with a person. What type of person would I spend an entire day with? A sibling? A friend? A lover?

"Hey Fear."

"Hmm?"

"What are you to me?"

"How am I supposed to know that?"

I suppose she wouldn't. But then why did I ask? Is it a hope? A choice?

"Hey, Fear, why do you want to be with me?"

"Because I want to learn to be like you!"

Like me? Like a person? Like a human? "What do you mean 'like me'?

"I want to be more like Haruaki!"

Like Haruaki? Not a person. Not a human. Like me: Haruaki.

I smiled. "I see."

"Hey, am I weird?"

"Weird?"

"Am I different from everyone else?"

Of course she is. She's a cursed tool. She's not human. "You're very different."

"How?"

"You're," I paused. How was she different? She eats. She sleeps. She smiles. She frowns. She sees. She hears. She feels. She loves. She loves? Does she? "You're humane."

"Humane?"

She's not human. She's too humane to be human. "Yes, you're humane."

"What about you? Are you humane?"

Am I humane? I am human. "I don't know, but Fear, I want to be more like you."

She smiled with a glisten in her eyes. I look outside and wonder. I want to be with her. She wants to be with me. We make the conscious choice to be with each other. What is that?

"Hey, Fear. What is our relationship?"

"I don't know. Love?"

Love? She says it so casually. We're not couple. We're not a family. But what are we? "You think our relationship's love?"

"Not like a couple's love, nor a family's. But love. What kind of love do you think it is?"

Not a couple's love. Not a family's love. What is our love? "I don't know. I think our love is like a couple's. Or a family's."

"Yeah, that's exactly it."

What is our relationship? We make the conscious choice to be with each other. We love each other. Not a couple's love. Not a family's love. Love is so complicated. Or maybe that's all there is to it. To love is to make the choice to be part of someone's life.

"Hey, Fear. What is love?"

"Love. I don't know. What do you think?"

Fear doesn't know what love is. But she knows that she loves me. "Love. I don't know either."

We looked at each other. We walked out the room and talked. And that's what I think love is.

So I finally finished writing this. Is terrible. This feels so unnatural compared to the first one, but since I finished writing it, I thought that it's an insult to the readers not to. What do you think love is?

I'll admit. I didn't proofread or revise whatsoever because I enjoy the feeling of natural writing. Although the grammatical errors must be annoying. Feel free to point anything out.

Reviews and whatever are always appreciated. Thank You!