Of Peach and Grassy Greens

The view from here isn't a bad one. I can see everything clearly, more clearly than anyone out there can. . .

A wallflower that just stand, smiles and watches things from a comfortable distance, that was who I was but then I changed, I became, too greedy, selfish and what my heart showed me wasn't recognizable . . .

"We're starting to take a flower arranging class, Wanna join us?"

My hand, had been too greedy. . .

I reached out just

and I,

"Aahh!"

Crack. . .

I hurt her, I hurt her, . . . Ai-chan

couldn't get her face out of my head.

I'm so,

The real me is so selfish.

I'm too greedy, and I'm jealous, spiteful person.

Worthless me.

I'm not pretty, or fun to talk to like Satsuki-san. I'm not energetic, and she's not perfect but still not good enough . . .

"Stop! can't you see how distorted you've become?"

Crack. . .

I know, Mashiro-kun

I have. . . I know, but I can't see how to change it, all I see now is distortion . . .

The knight is elegant, strong and brave. . . with a heart made of steel and a sword at his side, he can fight but,

it's hollow inside, nothing there to protect, just and endless fight can wait for him. No, there's nothing human there, no feelings of human compassion.

The child, looks beautiful and sweet in her black lace dress . . .

yes, such lovely pink pales skin under brilliant black lace. That child's dress is ornate with is race ribbon's that curve and loop around her heart, restraining her tainted innocence. Every night she clutches that snow white stuffed teddy bear, looking frail. I know better by her mischievous smile and that maniacal look in her eyes. She's stunted, stopped in time and unable to move on. Not wanting to, she is that one who has stopped her won time,

Unlike Kureha, who had her time stopped and cant figure how to move forward. That incomplete rain gear. Her coat, her umbrella and always just one boat. Every night she walks covered in blood and an umbrella as her weapon, trapped in her worst memory, she is only being a fragment of who she could be. She's scared, irrational, thoughtless and volatile. . .

and there's more to her than just that. I know that but, he doesn't belong with her . . .

But Mashira-kun stands by her still,

Just as lost and confused as everyone.

I don't want to leave, but I can't stay here, no. I keep on hating, becoming more selfish and distorted.

but I want to be a part of them. I want to be . . .

I'm tired. All I do is watch, I watch and I watch but when I reach out, if I reach out . . . i'll church everyone with my hand.

I have to leave here.

But before I go, I help in any way I can . . .

"No matter what. You really did fight hard Mashior-kun. I know,"

To make Mashiro-kun understand, to become beautiful and self-willed.

"Don't give up. Do your best."

but I can't stay and

I can't graduate. . . I can't like myself,

"Good-Bye"

Crack. . .