Torrential
Saturday Morning
She is looking out the window to her left, absent mindedly, watching the clouds roll past with a vacant expression on her face. "I don't know…" She murmurs to Yukari just loud enough for the people around her on the train to hear.
If she put her head back a little further, she could probably touch the glass panels that her eyes are trained on. For a moment, she wonders if she should try and keep straining her neck until she can feel the cold glass. It's so close but so far away, maybe if she tried a little harder… No, it's a foolish thought.
"But, it would be so much more fun if you went!" Yukari tugs at her sleeve with a pleading expression on her face.
"It just seems like a lot of trouble…And I was looking forward to relaxing at home next Sunday." She replies fidgeting with her red earphones.
As always Yukari is not to be deterred though, "Please? Rio the captain of the volleyball team is coming too. She was really happy at the thought that you would be there."
"Hmm…" She smiles at the though, Rio and Yukari working towards finding someone, she should be there for that shouldn't she?
"Besides, it's not like you're going out with anyone… Are you?" Yukari pauses, looking at her friend. It wasn't as if the red-eyed friend didn't catch her fair share of attention. People who knew her were likely to say that she was charming, smart or courageous.
Faintly. She can see it.
She looks down, away from the window and at her own hands. They are clasped around each other loosely, almost like she is holding her own hands. She looks to Yukari this time, "I guess not." Her voice is soft, almost resigned.
"So you'll be at the group date then?"
And he wants her to say no. A raging torrent of something turns in his gut and leaps to his throat. Akihiko grips his fists together, until he is sure the knuckles are turning white, that if it weren't for the black gloves he would probably be breaking skin. And it takes all that he has to just stay there, silent, looking at his feet. Everything is threatening to unwind itself and break into a molten mess. The train jostles to a stop. The doors open and a new wave of students come in. The rush of cold air alarms Akihiko. It occurs to him suddenly, that he has been listening to their conversation ever since it begun. He has been waiting for her responses and straining his ears for the sound of her voice. What is this? Surely he must be going crazy. He tries to grin at the thought.
"I suppose so. This better be fun!"
But he can't.
She rests her head against the glass now. It's colder than she had anticipated. But it feels like…She can imagine silver hair touching brown hair. A smile lingers.
She has been looking at his reflection all along.
Oh lord, I have no idea about the last sentence, add it if you want, subtract it if you don't. I really fail at the show don't tell thing.
Last update for a while. I'm pretty swamped with school. There should be three more chapters until the end.