Chapter 3
But you're here in my heart
So who can stop me if I decide
That you're my destiny?
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It seemed hopeless, fruitless, to persist loving him. And yet, she did.
She couldn't let go of him so easily. Every single time she tried to convince herself to do the opposite, her stubborn heart whispered persuasively that there was hope yet. To not despair, because, surely, someday, all what she desired would come true.
It was shocking therefore, electrifying, even, when she discovered another had an almost equal claim to her affections. Quietly, stealthily, without her even noticing, a black-clad masked figure had crept into her heart like the rogue he was, settling firmly to stay, and she found that she was extremely averse to the thought of him anywhere else.
She called herself a traitor, scolded herself for being so fickle, but that couldn't change the fact: her partner, who was supposed to help defeat evil, had committed the most outrageous crime of all: stealing her heart.
He didn't know when he started to visualize his shy friend in the way he would view her. His daydreams began to feature a pink, masked-less paragon of almost angelic beauty, rather than the familiar red spotted vision of loveliness he was so used to worshiping.
The change was startling, and yet, it felt so right. He was surprised to find himself not upset at this newfound realization at all. She was amazing, and beautiful, and he began to believe that his red thread was tied with hers.
And yet, he couldn't let go of his first love, the mere thought of letting go caving a wide, desolate hole in his heart. He blamed himself for being the most indecisive idiot in all of his history, but he still couldn't abandon entirely all of his hopes and dreams with regards to her.
It was horrifying enough that he was beginning to wish both of them were one and the same.