Okay... so I've been emo lately. No, not really. Just busy, which is seen by my lack of updating anything as of recently. I'd like to say I'm keeping up my writing, though that's only half true. I just have no time, and no inspiration. Meh. Something will kick in eventually.
Until then, due to my lack of updates, I bring a highly uninspired short thing. I really don't like it as much as my other one, though this one actually reflects my mood a little better.

Title: WWW
Author: Hinata-hime
Rating: G
Genre: Drama, Angst? (not really)
Word Count: 558 (yay! under 1000)
Warnings: This has no real structure and jumps ideas quite quickly. Mostly ramblings and a whole lot of what-ifs.


Was it yesterday? Last month? The day we met?

Truth be told, I’m not quite sure when it happened. All I know is that I fell hard. And to this day it hurts with an unrivalled sort of pain.

They say love is for losers. Well what can I say? I’m cool with being one.

I’m the type of person that imagines, “Wouldn’t it be nice if life was a well written fairytale?” But anyone who’s experienced the real world knows that such a thing is more-or-less too good to be true. However, there is some part of that imaginary world that holds true.

To love unconditionally. It’s a hard concept to grasp.

But you get used to it.

The constant feeling that starts off small, somewhere in the middle of the chest, but steadily rises upward until there’s an echoing throb throughout your skull... it gets old after awhile. Old, yet prominent to oneself.

Especially on those days.

You don’t see me, but I’m always there.

Waiting.

Watching.

Wondering.

Waiting for the chance you’d look up and see me. Call me over.

Watching your every movement, every action, and every figure of emotion that flickers across your face. Though what I end up seeing, is you watching her.

Wondering if you’ve ever thought about me like I’ve thought about you. But as soon as I see how every inch of your body softens in her presence, I know the former thought has never been the case.

But it’s not entirely your fault. Had I had the courage of those people in the fairytale dramas, I’d have told you long ago. Told you that yesterday, or last month, or since we first met, that I liked you.

But whenever you do request for my presence, I tense up. Content with simply nodding, and putting on a gleaming smile.

“You’re her size. Try this on.”

“You’ll help me chose the gift for her? Man, you are a total life saver.”

“I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have a friend like you.”

So every time you go off with flowers in hand, or a gift tucked safely under the arm, I wish a: “Good luck.” As I said, there is some truth to corny romantic stories.

When you are happy, so am I. For the time being, in any case. The echoing thumps will set in later, once every trace of you has left.

Sometimes I draw my knees in tight, and curl the rest of my body into position. What must I look like at the moment? Blank? That’s the way I feel. Just blank.

You know, perhaps I am simply a fool. I don’t really think that way of you at all. Perhaps it is the nature of human curiosity. What would it be like, to love you?

So, in the mean time, I’ll keep waiting. Perhaps one day you’ll need me more than you think.

I’ll keep watching. Never forget I have your back. This unwavering devotion...

I’ll keep wondering. What happens when you’ll never look my way? Perhaps if I start deluding my soul into whole-heartedly believing fairytale endings are possible, I’ll never have to wonder.

But the mind does wander.

So I can’t help but wonder.

Then I continue to watch.

But most importantly, and longingly, yet with utmost patience, I wait.