stay
Perhaps, this was hardest part of loving: staying in love.
She woke up after feeling her body sore. She probably have fallen asleep while reading again. This pain was no longer stranger for it always victimised her neck and hips. Why did she always try to fit her body in such a sofa, anyway? Perhaps, it was all for the sake of coziness.
She blinked her eyes open, thin teal strands of teal hair fell in her sight. The orange tint of the afterglow dappled across the room, painting the floor and walls with shadows and orange hue. She shivered. The breeze was co.
"What time is it?" she thought as she brought her feet down. The moment she was able to stretch her body, there she proved the soreness of it. A light whimper escaped her lips as she straightened her back, but it didn't go unnoticed to the man sitting next to her.
She didn't realise he was there for he was quiet as a mouse. But he was there, sitting with legs crossed. He was such an ink blot to a paper-dressed in all black while sitting on a white couch. He looked up to her, clear blue eyes blinking ever so slow. His long, candle-like fingers pulled his thick-framed spectacles away from his eyes, folding it and hanging it on his shirt's neck.
"What hurts?" he asked with his quiet voice. She didn't say anything. Her eyes remained on him as if this was their first meeting. She noticed he was reading a children's book again. When she didn't say another word, he closed his book and stood.
He towered over her. Clearly, why not? He was from a family of tall people and pretty faces and fair skins. His long limbs and legs looked so strong. He was a man. He didn't say another word too, neither a smile. Both of them were wearing such blank expressions. He pulled her gently towards him, tugging on her arm and hips. She tumbled a few steps to him, face crashing against his chest.
"Where does it hurt?" he asked, fingers combing through her unruly hair. The next thing she knew, she had her hair in a ponytail. He bent down to press a kiss beside her eye, and she blinked in surprise. "Do you want a coffee?"
"No, I don't drink coffee. You know that," she spoke, wrapping her arms around his neck. Whenever he would bend down to her height, this was the only time she could see his beautiful face in eye level. Selfish as she was, she wanted memorise this face even better. "Why are you so forgetful?" Truly, she wanted to ask why he was so beautiful. She wanted to know how can a man be so beautiful.
"I'm not," he answered. "You're simply not you when you wake up. You're always in a daze. So, where does it hurt?"
She smiled, pulling away from his gaze. His line sounded like it was from a famous chocolate snack. "My neck and lower back," she trapped his face in her palms. "I love you." She felt like there was a need to tell him this. People might say it cheesy as fuck, maybe they're right.
"Are you asking for a box of pizza? You know that a simple 'declaration' of your love won't make me so happy," he jested, eyes narrowing as he smiled. "Though that was flattering, not enough."
"Fine," she sighed, rolling her eyes. This self-conceited man. "Let's go out tonight."
"Where do we go?"
She smirked. "Your choice," she knew it. Her fiancé wanted to do something else. Usually he would automatically say the place he had in mind whenever they go bargaining like this. His tiny smile was telling something else, though.
"Wherever you're happy," she dismissed, untangling herself from his to make her way to the kitchen.
"Wow. That's so manly to say, sleepyhead. What about in the bedroom to make some love?" he sneered and strided to her side, capturing the girl in his arms. "That wouldn't cost us money and gasoline."
"Are you kidding? Go hire a whore to do you," she answered, rolling her eyes. "You know my belief and I won't back down. I won't sleep with you until the wedding day."
His hands found their way to ruffle her fringe. The serious face he was wearing was now gone, and his smile was more radiant and alluring than the afterglow. His toothless smile. She wondered why he'd never show his teeth whenever he'd smile. "I know, that's why I love you."
She rolled her eyes in disbelief. "Whatever. So, where do you want to go?"
"To your little brother," he giggled. "I want to help him practice tonight."
She gave him a skeptical look, unsure why he would like to see her little brother now. Mikuo was only ten. Though he had issues with her fiancé, Miku thought it was rather petty.
"Mikuo? Tonight? So you're staying in my house tonight." She nodded in understanding. "I see."
"Settled," he chimed. "Is there anything you want to eat? I'll make it."
"I'd like some pasta, please."
"Alright," he pushed her down on the seat. She laughed, commenting that he was being extremely nice to her. When he argued that he had always been, she pretended to gag.
She opened the door with her foot, making sure that it wouldn't make a single sound. Miku didn't want to disturb her brother and fiancé sleeping on the carpeted floor of the study room. A pile of books were discarded on a corner. Several pieces of paper littered the room, too.
Miku tiptoed inside, avoiding the books and pieces of paper on the ground. She saw what was scribbled on the paper. Her fiancé and her brother were doing some math. Miku crouched in front of her sibling, reaching out to remove his eyeglasses.
As she tucked him under the sheets, Mikuo's voice echoed in her memory. This boy told her before that her relationship with her boyfriend didn't feel like it involved "love". "You're acting like mere friends," the boy said, three years ago when she first introduced her boyfriend. "I don't like him."
"It's because we're friends," she mumbled, brushing Mikuo's fringe aside. He was her splitting image. "I'd like to spend the rest of my life who makes me this comfortable. I don't think friendship is a mere thing, too."
She placed a kiss on his forehead before moving to her lover. He was dozing off the same, snoring faintly. She marveled at the sight of his sleeping face. It was the same amorous visage she saw when she was thirteen, the moment he climbed down the stairs on the first day of eighth grade.
"I know you love me, but I still don't know why." Miku reached for his glasses, keeping it off from his shirt. "I don't have to ask since I'm feeling it. But I want to hear why." She smiled at him though he was unaware of the conversation going on.
Her fiance began to stir, feeling the heavy comforter on his shoulder. After recovering from the dazzling lights, his tired hands shot for her, pulling the girl towards him. He whispered, "Stop asking why, will you? I won't say anything."
"I find that weird," she mumbled against his ear, adjusting herself comfortably on his lap.
"This is a topic an engaged couple wouldn't normally talk about anymore," he nuzzled on her head as if she was a pillow. "Just stay in love with me as I am with you."
a/n. totally pointless, isn't it? somehow i just kinda feel like making a romance that didn't feel like romance and this was one doesn't give off the R feels. boring but I'm glad with this brevity.
updating coz im still here.