finally...

Both of them were panting, out of their breaths. As they inhaled the cold air, their throats burned.

Ayane could see his face clearly as the moonlight shone very bright that day.

It felt like a dream.

Kanako could see her face overflowing with emotion as she saw him. He didn’t know what he should do: ask for forgiveness? Say sorry for not contacting her? Calm her down?

None of those answers really resonated with him at that time. He thought about it, but couldn’t come up with any solutions.

But when he looked at his hands, he realized he had already gotten ahold of Ayane’s hands. He was pulling her close until their breaths intertwined.

Unconscious, he was unconscious. But his body was moving. Its as if his body wanting, craving the emotional security from her. Like it was mad, addicted.

He saw her face glistening without imperfections, he pale face, egg-yolk like transparent hair and most importantly, her vulnerable lemon eyes.

He could see the imperfections too, like the tear marks that formed a canyon on her cheeks. The buttery smooth pupils showing she could break down crying at any moment. Her shattered confidence about her acting skills. And what not?

But did he care? No. He has far more problems within himself than her. He was much more of an idiot.

He felt a bit of warmth from her hands.

How can he toss away such a perfect opportunity?

He won’t, for he didn’t want any incident like what he experienced the past days to happen ever again. But setting that aside, how can anyone not confess by now?

He was an idiot, sure. But he didn’t know how he was able to hold in his feelings for so long. But now, it seemed like that container was overflowing.

“Ayane-chan, I…” he opened his mouth, trying to speak. But suddenly his vision fogged up, with tears. “I… I…lov—OUCH!”

He saw a flash, and a loud bang on his forehead. It was awfully painful.

Looking down, he saw her pouting and a huge lump on her forehead. Apparently, she had head butted him a little too hard.

Her head butt helped him sober his mind even more.

“Idiot…” she averted his loving eyes. Its as if love was emitting from every pore of his body.

She hesitated. What did this guy find in her so precious? Inside a body so frail, inside a mind so fragile?

Her thoughts breezed away the instant their gazes met again. She covered his mouth instinctively.

“You always steal the lead like this…” she said. Her pale face flushed into a perfect beet-pink blush. Her lips moistened and her voice transformed into a melody in Kanako’s ear. As if he was hearing an orchestra.

“I… l-love… loved you all this time…” she added.