04. Her heart is her weapon, and it hurts like heaven.
Pectoral
Fourth Tune: Hurts Like Heaven
I love her smile. I love her hair. I love how she greets me every morning. I love her laugh. I love how she asks me if I want to come to Central Town with her. I love her warm personality.
I love her.
I get so nervous around her, but at the same time, I feel like I can be myself. It's comforting to be around her.
But she belongs to him—to my best friend. She belongs to Natsume.
I hold no negative feelings against them; but I can't help but feel like she's the missing piece I need; and that without her, everything else is left lifeless and cold.
I try to hate her goofy smile. I try to hate how she's such a child for wearing pigtails. I try to get annoyed by her annoying "good morning"s. I try to want to shield myself from her high-pitched laugh. I try to feel irritated whenever she asks me to go places with her. I try to hate her hopeless optimism. I try not to like her too much.
But I can't. I fail at trying, because I don't feel any of those. What I feel is heavenly pain. Yes, pain that hurts me, yet the source of it makes me feel warm inside at the same time. The pain leaves all the pieces of me cold and lifeless, yet still completes this complicated puzzle, and makes me feel like myself.
She's happy and I guess that should make me happy as well.
When I see her, she hits me with everything she's got, without even trying. And that just makes me nervous, and scared that I might fall for her even more; making things worse on my side of the scale.
Her heart is her weapon, and it hurts like heaven.
End.
Author's Notes: This is what I call extremely uninspired. Maybe I should do Bruce Springsteen for my next drabble collection. That'd get me full of inspiration, methinks. But I feel that I should finish Coldplay first.
Why am I even having such a dilemma?
Anyway, last line is disclaimed. Taken from the song.
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