( L u a ) / roxiri
"I know that it is freezing, but I think we have to walk."
I keep waving at the taxis; they keep turning their lights off. I turn to her and smile, pretending to be optimistic. Her lip quivers suddenly and she shoves her hands into her pockets. It was late. I spilt mocha on my scarf, we lost track of time, and the snow was just too beautiful.
She was too beautiful.
I wrap my arm around her shoulders and we continue walking down the street. We were only a block or two away from her apartment. She hadn't spoke much since we left the coffee shop. I could only assume she was tired. She brings her arm around my waist then and I smile.
And I know you have a heavy heart; I can feel it when we kiss.
I gaze down at the wet pavement below us and wish I knew what was on her mind. She began searching through her bag for keys and I can tell she is frustrated.
"Are you ok?" I ask, finally.
She pauses and then slowly looks up at me, her eyes barely visible behind her wine-colored bangs. "What are you talking about?"
I tug gently at my gray scarf and study her face carefully. I always read her wrong but this time I knew something was not right.
"I just sensed something was wrong—you don't have to tell me, if you don't want."
Her eyes shifted over to the door on her right. She blinked several times before dropping her bag back down to her side and saying, "…Sora's back."
Riku chuckled, "I'm sure she likes you both, but if Sora ever showed up and decided he wanted her back she'd leave you at the drop of a hat. Sora kind of has…" he thought for a moment, "First dibs."
"Leave me?" I asked.
"Oh right—" he tossed the empty soda can over his shoulder, "You haven't even asked her out. What's with that?"
I shrugged. I honestly did not know.
"Oh." I manage to say.
Her eyes look up at me again, "Yeah.."
I forgot to breathe sometimes, which is what I am doing now. It registers in my brain that I am cutting myself off from oxygen but my lungs refuse to allow any air in.
"I mean, he hasn't really said anything to me. I just…saw him when we were leaving the café." She adverts her gaze again, quickly adding before unlocking the door: "I'll see you tomorrow. Ok?"
"I love you." I declare, my eyes avoiding hers.
The reasons all have run away but the feeling never did.
She stops suddenly and hangs her head low; only the back of her can be seen at this point. "Roxas…" She barely even glances over her shoulder "I can't—"
I own the imaginary fine for Riku's littering.