Post by SHINSATO MERLEAWE on Feb 12, 2010 22:39:28 GMT -5
* It's like I never lived
before my life with you.
[/font][/b]Merleawe's cool blue eyes briefly lifted from the thick pages of her novel, sleeve-hidden hands carefully holding the book in place.
Unblinking as the corner of her sleeve gently flicked the next page the raven haired girl's lips pursed as she mentally read the verses written on the page.
The chatter revolving around the eighteen year old did not matter much as her attention remained glued on the book labeled 'Much Ado about Nothing'.
"Some Cupid kills with nothing.... some with traps." Merleawe spoke softly in monotone as she gently closed the book, holding it tight against her chest. Both sleeve's folded along the cover in a criss-cross hold, her half-lidded eyes drooping to the ground.
Slipping the book into the bag that was fastened over her shoulder Merleawe sighed softly, leaning against the building that resided behind the senior.
"What is... love?" Merleawe pondered, eyes briefly lifting to stare around at the other people who were bustling by in a hurry.
They all had somewhere to go, or seemed to be waiting for someone. Most likely being someone special what with the fact that it was valentines day.
The day for lovers and the celebration of those touching feelings of attraction and sometimes sexual interest. The black-haired girl seemed to stare akin to a robot, unmoving with a gaze that never faltered.
Truthly, in all her years Merleawe had never known what love was. Maybe family appreciation and duty, but that was as close as it had ever been.
"I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest." Merleawe spoke in a flat tone, giving off a rather ill emotion then one that was meant to be of passion and affection.
It was hard to imagine professing love to anyone and actually sound believable. It'd have to be someone with a lot of tolerance, and someone completely gullible to take her cold voice seriously.
"Ah." Merleawe blinked twice as a teenage boy brushed past her in a rush, barely looking backwards as he hurried towards a girl.
Merleawe's lips pursed and she dropped her head, it was stange and unfathomable as to why people were like this.
Well, that was almost hypocritical of the eighteen year old. She was indeed waiting for someone herself, well, if you could call it 'waiting'.
That online site she had been pestered into joining had some sort of blind date thing arranged, and it would be rude to decline such an offer. Besides, how else was the dark haired girl supposed to understand this so-called emotion of affection?
Merleawe's eyes shifted side to side as she clutched onto a small slip of paper unerneath her sleeve.
With a flick of her wrist she re-read the name, 'Ikari Kuriyama' and directions to the place she was standing. It was all a matter of whether or not this person would show up or not and what would happen from there.
Romance really was an unfathomable thing.