good night

"Ready?" He nodded curtly, wearing back his mask as they moved out, blending in with the crowd. As if someone would notice. He strolled around, noticing familiar faces behind the masks they put on. His boring eyes scanned the room for some indication of events that may happened. And then, he saw her. His golden-hazeled eyes found another pair of dark chocolate ones, framed by a golden eye mask. She didn't notice him. She was busy talking to another company, a familiar blue-haired one. He hated it. He hated how easy it is for him to found her in such crowd. To feel what he used to feel the moment his eyes captured her figure. For a moment, all he sees is her. He simply forgot about his reasons. Why he's here, why he left, what he'd thrown (he sounded like an idiot). After what seems like forever of intent-staring moment, her dark chocolate eyes found his. And there comes the sparks. He even forgot he used to feel it. His lips curled into a small smile, hidd

"Kimi ga oitetta mono nara, mada koko ni aru yo" And that's how I kept it. All this time. I didn't move an inch--hell, you'd be terrified if I could. I simply stood still, keeping what I have to keep. Continuing on protecting what you asked me to protect. Believing you will always come back. Here, where I lies. Isn't it kind of sad? Thinking that you could go on everywhere leaving this in my safe possession, whilst I had to stood still. Waiting for you to come back. Doing your regular check, while you talk about what you've been doing. And for me to just simply listen and be still. I can't smile, I can't laugh, I can't give you a comforting look or a simple pat to cheer you up--what you mostly need. And to think that I don't feel even the slightest bit of frustration, that is what I myself questioned out. Is it because I felt content, to be able to remember and see your clear, happy smile when I close my eyes? Is it because my memory