Drizzles of a Symphony • Semi Eita

❥ eighth drizzle.

 ❥ Soulmate AU; Where your soulmate gets a mark on his skin, the moment you fall in love with him.

• Semi x Een •

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I think I had pictured Semi and me to be separated by a wall so high that we couldn't see each other; But our wrists would be tied by a string, - the red string of fate, maybe? - binding us together. 

Maybe, I was hoping that, with each interaction, the wall would weaken... Some of our friends would even help eat it away; making it crash down.

And that I would meet him on the other side, Semi Eita, my soulmate; someone who I was fit to be the soulmate of, as well.

One would call me crazy for thinking something like this... But did they even see half of what Semi and I went through?

You are the only person who would understand the pain that flows through your own veins.

And mine was jarring.

'You're probably just blind. How did you let your guard down?'

That's impossible. If I was blind, how did I see the blond hair and the tall build of the person who I was drawn to so much? The greens of the trees outside my window, swaying with no care of the world? How did I see the blues of the sky as the sun shone down it's heat on my body, warming it up...

And yet, I felt cold inside, so terribly lonely and abandoned.

The refusal to get out of my room was the coward's way out of life, I knew that more than anyone else. But the feeling of my heart throbbing whenever I pictured his expression left scars on my heart that engraved itself deeper than the roots of the cherry blossom trees outside the city.

I wasn't sure what I should be feeling.

"God, were you made to cry? Because you totally nail that." Aimee's voice makes me lift up my blankets- I was not even a blanket person, but the feeling it gives me was slight protectiveness from the cruel, harsh world Tamachi-sensei warned me about.

Outside, it was raining, soft droplets taking up the view of the window. Gray skies shredded the drizzles... For once in my life, I felt just like the clouds- grey, empty, and with tears spilling out.

"Een. I brought you some macaroni. Please eat this and come to class." Aimee's pat on my head was sincere and affectionate. I could barely hold the sob that was pining to escape, until she left away from earshot.

Things were not supposed to be this way.

•••   

Either I passed out, or I fell asleep. I wasn't sure which, and to be frank, I didn't think either of them would have made me feel any worse.

Hichimiya was sitting at her desk, reading a book.

"Een, you woke up!" She cries, climbing onto the bed. She sits cross-legged as I sit up. Her eyes dart to the now-cold bowl of noodles that sat on the bedside table before she sighs.

"You're really in love with him, aren't you?"

"Unfortunately. We were so close, Hichi." I say, picking it up. The cold noodles tasted just like how I felt; unbearable.