Souji kept approaching her, asking for her time, and she always said yes. Days went on as they normally did with shopping, random talks about nothing in particular, the exchanging of emotions, the passing of jokes, the sharing of smiles. God, she wanted his smile-it never ceased to be breathtaking, whether it was an obnoxious display of teeth, a small quirk of the lips, a slight tilt to one side, a full blown grin, a goofy lop-sided smile, or a genuine expression of content. No matter the race or color of Souji's smile, it was absolutely beautiful. Flawless. And whatever situation they found themselves in when he was wearing it, she never got enough of it. It always made her feel better about herself, made her feel like life was worthwhile after all.
One day she found herself crying. She can't remember why she was now, but she remembers that Souji was with her. Sobbing, she felt herself being embraced tightly, as if the person holding her was afraid she'd fall and disapear if they let her go. Caught in a pleasant deathgrip, she continued to cry her eyes out into this person's strong sholder. She needed this. She needed this more than anything: to let go, to express all the tension and frustration built up inside, now showering itself onto someone else's jacket. And when her sobbing turned into whimpers that turned into quieted sniffles, she looked up and saw Souji, holding her close and whispering words of comfort only for her ears to hear. She felt safe, felt warm, felt loved for the first time in her life, and she stayed in that possition with her leader until he finally led her home, his hand clasped tightly in hers. And she found herself giggling and sighing all over again because she was special, no other girl had held hands with Souji except her, and the moment had been perfection, just like she had dreamed it would be. Just like she and Souji would always be.
But eventually, everything fell apart.
The Fridays spent together became less and less frequent, more distant as Souji met more people and made new friends; suddenly he didn't have as much time to spare anymore. She'd approach him at lunch during school as ask him out, but nearly every time she did he declined as politely as he could. Calling on the weekends proved fruitless as well, since most of the time he'd have to say no, he had plans for today with someone else, and maybe some other time? The situation only got worse when Naoto joined the group; Souji came to the detective more often than he'd ever come to her, and it felt like he was ignoring her purposely, like he had gotten what he wanted out of her and now couldn't care less about how she felt. But of course, her Souji would never, could never do that to her. After all, he was hers; he was hers and hers alone, and she knew he had to feel the same way. She needed him. He was her perfection.
But the encounters outside of the investigation and TV exploration grew ever less, and she grew ever desperate. Whenever Souji wasn't with her, she felt empty, flawed, not herself. And soon what little time he did spend with her became scarce, and the void inside her only grew. She had to be with him. She had to talk with him, laugh with him, kid around with him, hold tightly onto him and never let go, ever. She needed this. What time she had with him now...wasn't enough.
I promise there will me more Souji in this. And stalking. >3
Souji kept approaching her, asking for her time, and she always said yes. Days went on as they normally did with shopping, random talks about nothing in particular, the exchanging of emotions, the passing of jokes, the sharing of smiles. God, she wanted his smile-it never ceased to be breathtaking, whether it was an obnoxious display of teeth, a small quirk of the lips, a slight tilt to one side, a full blown grin, a goofy lop-sided smile, or a genuine expression of content. No matter the race or color of Souji's smile, it was absolutely beautiful. Flawless. And whatever situation they found themselves in when he was wearing it, she never got enough of it. It always made her feel better about herself, made her feel like life was worthwhile after all.
One day she found herself crying. She can't remember why she was now, but she remembers that Souji was with her. Sobbing, she felt herself being embraced tightly, as if the person holding her was afraid she'd fall and disapear if they let her go. Caught in a pleasant deathgrip, she continued to cry her eyes out into this person's strong sholder. She needed this. She needed this more than anything: to let go, to express all the tension and frustration built up inside, now showering itself onto someone else's jacket. And when her sobbing turned into whimpers that turned into quieted sniffles, she looked up and saw Souji, holding her close and whispering words of comfort only for her ears to hear. She felt safe, felt warm, felt loved for the first time in her life, and she stayed in that possition with her leader until he finally led her home, his hand clasped tightly in hers. And she found herself giggling and sighing all over again because she was special, no other girl had held hands with Souji except her, and the moment had been perfection, just like she had dreamed it would be. Just like she and Souji would always be.
But eventually, everything fell apart.
The Fridays spent together became less and less frequent, more distant as Souji met more people and made new friends; suddenly he didn't have as much time to spare anymore. She'd approach him at lunch during school as ask him out, but nearly every time she did he declined as politely as he could. Calling on the weekends proved fruitless as well, since most of the time he'd have to say no, he had plans for today with someone else, and maybe some other time? The situation only got worse when Naoto joined the group; Souji came to the detective more often than he'd ever come to her, and it felt like he was ignoring her purposely, like he had gotten what he wanted out of her and now couldn't care less about how she felt. But of course, her Souji would never, could never do that to her. After all, he was hers; he was hers and hers alone, and she knew he had to feel the same way. She needed him. He was her perfection.
But the encounters outside of the investigation and TV exploration grew ever less, and she grew ever desperate. Whenever Souji wasn't with her, she felt empty, flawed, not herself. And soon what little time he did spend with her became scarce, and the void inside her only grew. She had to be with him. She had to talk with him, laugh with him, kid around with him, hold tightly onto him and never let go, ever. She needed this. What time she had with him now...wasn't enough.
I promise there will me more Souji in this. And stalking. >3
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