Fingernails
Title: Fingernails
Characters: Hatsune Miku
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG to PG-13
Summary: He says my love keeps him awake at night, he says that’s why I need to go home. I don't believe him.
Disclaimer: Vocaloids aren't mine. "Rotten Girl, Grotesque Romance" isn't mine.
I watch, lovingly, caringly, from the window, as he blissfully continues on with his day. A frown imperfects his face, but it’s okay, I know it’s okay, he’s waiting for me. He’s always waiting for me, and that’s what he’s frowning about. He misses me dearly, and I miss him, too. I want to see him, I want to be with him, always and forever, eternally with the man that is mine.
I brush off my dress, my beautiful dress from years ago, the one he took me dancing so happily in, and I put on my best smile. I want that day to return, I want us to dance away the night in our everlasting happiness, in such love that he will never look at another woman again.
I want to be the only one he’ll ever see.
I climb over the guardrail and hop my way over to the balcony of his apartment. We’re neighbors, I made sure of it, I made the other girl leave. She didn’t understand, she couldn’t understand this love, this deep need to be around him, to make sure he’s alright, to make sure he knows how much I love him. She’d never have such a love in her life, with how often she went out, with how often she smiled and laughed and acted as if everything’s just make believe. She had dollish features I envied, with her painted nails that tempt him- I can see his eyes follow her hands as they glided over the skin in her fake relationship- and colored contacts that make me wonder if she knows what such love is, or if the only person she could nurture is herself. I know what it’s like to be in love, and I will never share with her.
I wonder what she’s doing now, aha.
I press my face and body to the window of his apartment, looking wishfully inside as he takes his supper out of the microwave. Oh how unhealthy, my love, my dearest, how could you eat such frozen foods when I am to your every beck and call, when I will create anything your heart could so desire. I’ll leave prepared food in the fridge again; I’ll remove everything from your diet and give you the finest cuisine any man has tasted. You told me never to touch the things you’ve bought, and I love and respect your every word and wish, but-
Ah, you’ve seen me. I slide the window open and take a step in, feeling as another bit of cloth rips off the back of my dress. It doesn’t matter, I have him, I don’t need memories or cloth or dresses or rooms filled to the brim of lovely photos of us being a lovely couple. I have them, I keep them, for long nights of loneliness when he decides it’s time for me to go home, to let him peacefully sleep without my love.
He says my love keeps him awake at night, he says that’s why I need to go home.
I don’t believe him.
Your eyes widen, as if I wasn’t invited today, but I know better. You said that it’s okay for me to always come in, you said that before we broke up and I’ve come in ever since. I’ve made sure you’re okay, that I can be the caring, nurturing woman you said I wasn’t. I am, I promise I am, I’m the best thing for you. I’ll always know what’s wrong, I’ll always understand. You’ll never need to explain stories to me when we meet, I’ll already know, you won’t need to say anything, I’ll always know.
That’s the joy of being with me.
I take out a small box, the size of a ring case- oh how I’ve dreamt of rings, but we don’t need things to prove our love- and hold it out for him. He hesitates to take it- he must be worried about how he could ever repay me, but it’s okay. He will eternally be mine, and that’s all that matters to me. I love him, and I want him to be no one else’s.
That’s why he doesn’t have to get me a present. He already is one to me. The best present he could give me, I think. He must be waiting for when the time is right, when he feels so deeply down that he cannot live without me that he gives himself up to me, to my nurturing love meant only for him.
He hesitates too much to take the box, so I open it to show him what’s inside. This way, he doesn’t need to repay me! You, my dear love, never need to repay me! I’ll give you gift after gift as a sign of my love, and as long as you don’t reject any of them, that’s enough of a gift for me.
You take a step back. Why would you take a step back? I love you so dearly, so much; this gift is just a sign of it! It’s not a literal representation, either, I love you in such a softer and sweeter manner that roses and teddy bears seem so rotten and wrong to me! They are an understatement, and I cannot allow that.
You don’t seem to like my present. Though I got it especially for you, something you can never get from anyone else, something that’s so meaningful that no one will ever understand our love, my love for you.
Dear girl from next door, with your dollish features that make my love watch you from afar, I wonder what you’re doing.
Ahaha.
Characters: Hatsune Miku
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG to PG-13
Summary: He says my love keeps him awake at night, he says that’s why I need to go home. I don't believe him.
Disclaimer: Vocaloids aren't mine. "Rotten Girl, Grotesque Romance" isn't mine.
I watch, lovingly, caringly, from the window, as he blissfully continues on with his day. A frown imperfects his face, but it’s okay, I know it’s okay, he’s waiting for me. He’s always waiting for me, and that’s what he’s frowning about. He misses me dearly, and I miss him, too. I want to see him, I want to be with him, always and forever, eternally with the man that is mine.
I brush off my dress, my beautiful dress from years ago, the one he took me dancing so happily in, and I put on my best smile. I want that day to return, I want us to dance away the night in our everlasting happiness, in such love that he will never look at another woman again.
I want to be the only one he’ll ever see.
I climb over the guardrail and hop my way over to the balcony of his apartment. We’re neighbors, I made sure of it, I made the other girl leave. She didn’t understand, she couldn’t understand this love, this deep need to be around him, to make sure he’s alright, to make sure he knows how much I love him. She’d never have such a love in her life, with how often she went out, with how often she smiled and laughed and acted as if everything’s just make believe. She had dollish features I envied, with her painted nails that tempt him- I can see his eyes follow her hands as they glided over the skin in her fake relationship- and colored contacts that make me wonder if she knows what such love is, or if the only person she could nurture is herself. I know what it’s like to be in love, and I will never share with her.
I wonder what she’s doing now, aha.
I press my face and body to the window of his apartment, looking wishfully inside as he takes his supper out of the microwave. Oh how unhealthy, my love, my dearest, how could you eat such frozen foods when I am to your every beck and call, when I will create anything your heart could so desire. I’ll leave prepared food in the fridge again; I’ll remove everything from your diet and give you the finest cuisine any man has tasted. You told me never to touch the things you’ve bought, and I love and respect your every word and wish, but-
Ah, you’ve seen me. I slide the window open and take a step in, feeling as another bit of cloth rips off the back of my dress. It doesn’t matter, I have him, I don’t need memories or cloth or dresses or rooms filled to the brim of lovely photos of us being a lovely couple. I have them, I keep them, for long nights of loneliness when he decides it’s time for me to go home, to let him peacefully sleep without my love.
He says my love keeps him awake at night, he says that’s why I need to go home.
I don’t believe him.
Your eyes widen, as if I wasn’t invited today, but I know better. You said that it’s okay for me to always come in, you said that before we broke up and I’ve come in ever since. I’ve made sure you’re okay, that I can be the caring, nurturing woman you said I wasn’t. I am, I promise I am, I’m the best thing for you. I’ll always know what’s wrong, I’ll always understand. You’ll never need to explain stories to me when we meet, I’ll already know, you won’t need to say anything, I’ll always know.
That’s the joy of being with me.
I take out a small box, the size of a ring case- oh how I’ve dreamt of rings, but we don’t need things to prove our love- and hold it out for him. He hesitates to take it- he must be worried about how he could ever repay me, but it’s okay. He will eternally be mine, and that’s all that matters to me. I love him, and I want him to be no one else’s.
That’s why he doesn’t have to get me a present. He already is one to me. The best present he could give me, I think. He must be waiting for when the time is right, when he feels so deeply down that he cannot live without me that he gives himself up to me, to my nurturing love meant only for him.
He hesitates too much to take the box, so I open it to show him what’s inside. This way, he doesn’t need to repay me! You, my dear love, never need to repay me! I’ll give you gift after gift as a sign of my love, and as long as you don’t reject any of them, that’s enough of a gift for me.
You take a step back. Why would you take a step back? I love you so dearly, so much; this gift is just a sign of it! It’s not a literal representation, either, I love you in such a softer and sweeter manner that roses and teddy bears seem so rotten and wrong to me! They are an understatement, and I cannot allow that.
You don’t seem to like my present. Though I got it especially for you, something you can never get from anyone else, something that’s so meaningful that no one will ever understand our love, my love for you.
Dear girl from next door, with your dollish features that make my love watch you from afar, I wonder what you’re doing.
Ahaha.