Not A Lonely Heaven

My heart beats faster when I think about you...

Soramaru can feel herself burning up from the thought. Since when did she felt this newfound feelings for Ranmaru? The only member on QUARTET NIGHT that went through lengths just to see her smile, with a dash of annoyance to make him smile. Huffing, she clenched her fists, her grey eyes carefully studied her hands. Small, fragile, and soft. Contrast to her strong and brash personality... Or what she wanted others to see from her. Dammit, if she was caught eyeing him from the distance she would be dead. The young woman unclasped the clip from her hair, the rays from the sun reflected on the glossy raven strands of hair attached to the clip. An instant pigtail to be indicate what "Actor Mode" she must be, which was a modest, humble actress.

How she got in this mess? Soramaru felt like only seconds have passed, but it was already several weeks. She closed her eyes and heaved out another breath for the nth time.

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Soramaru could sense that something was off from Ranmaru. The silver-haired man was barely paying attention at the session, and not because he was taking a nap. He was strangely staring off space. The woman carefully adjusted her position to get a better view, making sure she wouldn't startle him by accident. Her lips curved into a frown, worry etched on her face, "You seem more tired than usual," She quietly remarked with concern. Receiving no response, she averted her attention from him and to the session instead.

...Of course he can't hear her, she was whispering. Besides, he didn't exactly saw her speak. Soramaru gulped, realizing what she was doing. Stop right there, criminal scum, was the uncharacteristic response of her conscience. They were best friends, of course having concern is normal, she reassured herself. But she knew it wasn't the case, not anymore. These past few days, she had taken a romantic interest in him. The woman tried to get it off her chest, repeatedly chanting it was the stupid hormones when she gets her time of the month messing with her system and she should just drop it, but the more she spent time with Ranmaru, the slimmer the chance she would escape from the inevitable, to escape the feeling of distance from him even if they were in the same room together.

Break came, and everyone did their own thing. Soramaru didn't broke her contact with him, as Ranmaru approached his beloved bass guitar. He strummed the chords, adjusting the right tune, and practiced their new song for their next live. Maybe she's bothering him by staring at him when he practice? The woman stood up from her chair and walked to the window. A sigh slipped from her lips as she murmured her sorriness to herself, "This lonely heaven won't come to an end, and I can't tell you to notice my feelings. I'm afraid of heartbreak, yet what I'm feeling mustn't disappear." She glanced around the room, ensuring nobody heard her muttering. She just couldn't keep it inside her mind, she had to vent it out. She gazed at the clouds floating from the sky, its blue hues strengthen her melancholy feelings, "This is my lonely heaven. It's painful yet affectionate..." She glanced back at Ranmaru, who appeared to be in a better state. A sad smile formed on her lips, "My heart races when I think about you, you know? What have you'd done to make me feel this way?"

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Soramaru shook her head. Just move along, Soramaru! Stop standing there like a total doofus! And yet she didn't moved a muscle, she eyed him standing on the bus stop. They'd been there for a few minutes now, was he waiting for someone? A member of QUARTET NIGHT? STARISH? It was Haruka, wasn't it? She truly wanted to know, but the strong pride she clung on wasn't permitting her will to approach him and say hello. It would hurt, and she knew she just had to leave right now. But everyone can be stupid, and she was one of them. She was one of the unfortunate fools who would do anything stupid because they were truly in love. She learned it the hard way.