The Extent of My Love
No one wanted to approach the grieving man after he had brushed off their condolences when he received the news. Each person had their own way to cope with death as they all knew, and his was obviously holing himself up in his room until he felt like it was time to start living again. It had been almost a full day since they had discovered that Subaru’s fiancée was murdered, almost one day since they had seen his face.
She thought his behavior was stupid. Crying wasn’t about to bring her back from the dead, so it would be far better for everyone if he sucked it up and moved on. As of late, it seemed that everyone was throwing a tantrum about something. She had ruined her brand new Louis Vuitton pumps the other day in the rain, but did anyone see her whine about it? No, absolutely not. There was no use crying over soiled shoes, especially when one could purchase two new pair in its place. Nothing quite beat the blues like a little shopping.
Yes, his fiancée was one of her good friends. By all rights, she should have been crushed by the news as well. Perhaps everyone was expecting her to be, but the truth of the matter was that she was not upset. It was selfish of her, but Antoinette couldn’t help but read it as a sign from above. Her heart belonged to Subaru and her good friend got in the way of that. Even the divine thought that she and Subaru should be together.
Walking most determinedly to his door, she strutted in without knocking. The drapes were closed, making the room quite dim. That would be the first thing she corrected. Without pause she walked to the window and thrust the curtains apart. Fluidly, the blonde turned on her heel to face her friend.
“This is foolish! You cry and cry and cry, but tears can not revive her. Do you think she wants you to stop living because she is not?”
Her words were meant to snap him out of his hollow state; they were harsh and unkind. As her eyes set on his slumped over form, even Antoinette, with her heart of stone, regretted ever speaking them. With a tiny bit of shame, she nibbled on her bottom lip. Then, she took to the side of his bed where he sat unmoving. Her hands began to grasp at her skirt’s fabric, a nervous habit of the young woman’s.
His eyes were bloodshot; his sweet face looked older than she thought possible when she had only seen him twenty-four hours before. Always a perfectionist when it came to his appearance, it startled her to see his disheveled form. Taking a handkerchief from the inside of her blouse, she gently turned his head toward her and wiped free the tears from his face.
When his emerald orbs fell upon her, his brow furrowed as if he wanted to say something but could not will his lips to move. Instead, he half collapsed on her, his head lying on her chest. Not expecting that from him, she held a long pause before hesitantly patting his head. He hadn’t bathed yet today and she could feel the stickiness from his tears and sweat rub onto her skin. Her nose wrinkled in disgust, but she had no heart to tell him to get up. That was how much she loved him.
She thought his behavior was stupid. Crying wasn’t about to bring her back from the dead, so it would be far better for everyone if he sucked it up and moved on. As of late, it seemed that everyone was throwing a tantrum about something. She had ruined her brand new Louis Vuitton pumps the other day in the rain, but did anyone see her whine about it? No, absolutely not. There was no use crying over soiled shoes, especially when one could purchase two new pair in its place. Nothing quite beat the blues like a little shopping.
Yes, his fiancée was one of her good friends. By all rights, she should have been crushed by the news as well. Perhaps everyone was expecting her to be, but the truth of the matter was that she was not upset. It was selfish of her, but Antoinette couldn’t help but read it as a sign from above. Her heart belonged to Subaru and her good friend got in the way of that. Even the divine thought that she and Subaru should be together.
Walking most determinedly to his door, she strutted in without knocking. The drapes were closed, making the room quite dim. That would be the first thing she corrected. Without pause she walked to the window and thrust the curtains apart. Fluidly, the blonde turned on her heel to face her friend.
“This is foolish! You cry and cry and cry, but tears can not revive her. Do you think she wants you to stop living because she is not?”
Her words were meant to snap him out of his hollow state; they were harsh and unkind. As her eyes set on his slumped over form, even Antoinette, with her heart of stone, regretted ever speaking them. With a tiny bit of shame, she nibbled on her bottom lip. Then, she took to the side of his bed where he sat unmoving. Her hands began to grasp at her skirt’s fabric, a nervous habit of the young woman’s.
His eyes were bloodshot; his sweet face looked older than she thought possible when she had only seen him twenty-four hours before. Always a perfectionist when it came to his appearance, it startled her to see his disheveled form. Taking a handkerchief from the inside of her blouse, she gently turned his head toward her and wiped free the tears from his face.
When his emerald orbs fell upon her, his brow furrowed as if he wanted to say something but could not will his lips to move. Instead, he half collapsed on her, his head lying on her chest. Not expecting that from him, she held a long pause before hesitantly patting his head. He hadn’t bathed yet today and she could feel the stickiness from his tears and sweat rub onto her skin. Her nose wrinkled in disgust, but she had no heart to tell him to get up. That was how much she loved him.