What Does It Mean, To Truly Love Someone? (Gureshin)

What Does It Mean To Truly Love Someone?

~ Shinya's POV ~

What does it mean to truly love someone?

That's a question that has many probable answers.

Many of which are true, but how many of them are actually realistically true?

Love is something that so many people have trampled over; it's covered in every individual's footstep. There's an answer to that question from each and every person who's stepped foot in the earth's soil, and the scale of positive and negative seem to balance themselves out in that case.

Personally, I never knew what love was to me. I don't remember my parents, so the feeling of something like agape was unknown to me my whole life.

I spent my childhood in an arena, fighting brutally every single day for a position in a family that never even wanted me because of who I was.

They wanted me for what I could become; they only wanted the strongest.

And I was only trying to survive.

I learned to deal with each season at time, coming to love the bitter taste of winter, and resent the boiling heat of the summer.

The heat reminded me of violence.

The cold reminded me of love.

As I grew up in an environment such as that, my definition of love was the winter's cold and the snow's delicate kiss.

Love to me was cold and lonely, but beautiful at the same time, so breathtaking and something I longed to watch from my window at the end of each gruesome day.

It brought a smile to my face.

A smile that wasn't forced.

One that I didn't have to use to defend myself.

So I held on to the winter months, and used them to motivate me to fight the grisly battles I was forced to fight, each and every day.

Then finally, with blood coating my little hands, I made it to the top. The Hiragi family accepted me as one of their own, at least, if you call how they treated me accepted.

I wasn't abused verbally or physically, but the way they acted, made it seem like nothing had changed.

I didn't have to fight every day.

And that was the end.

The Hiragi's didn't love me as a family member. It was all business here too.

And so I continued to tighten my grip on my cold bitter sense of love.

That is... until I met him.

The son of my so-called enemy,

The next heir to the opposing clan.

Guren Ichinose.

We attended the same school together. Somehow, he managed to get into First Shibuya High School. The school for the gifted. Or as I liked to call it, "The School For All the Jerks Who Thought That They Were Better Than Everyone Else".

Everyone there treated him like the scum of the earth; I refused to do such a thing. The Inchinose clan being our enemy didn't mean a thing to me. I had grown to hate the Hiragi's passionately by that point and desperately wanted a change.

Guren was to be my change.

We didn't exactly "hit it off" per say... Guren was quiet and introverted. He was seemingly angry with everyone everyday, and only acted weak as a diversion to keep as much attention off of him as he could.