好きだよ//I like you

あたしが、好きだったのは...

A/N: I'm a sucker for angst and sad stories

The song I used for this one is called 'Sweet Memories' sung by MACO (I recommend watching the full MV on youtube on MACO_CHANNEL if you want full angst because the vid is just so sad and full of feels my poor gay heart couldn't even. I need more happy lesbians in my entertainment wwww Also, I'm typing this under the assumption the video I linked didn't work). Ah, the title of this chapter is taken from the MV when the girl is crying (and translates to essentially "The one I like is....") and yeaaaaah just watch the MV, it's great. We can all be sad together www xD Plus even if you can't understand it, you'll 100% get the feels and understand what its generally about.

But yeah the lyrics here are in English rather than the original Japanese just to make it easier. The site I got the translation from is great, but there are parts I thought could've been translated better so, well, I fixed it a bit, and the formatting too. It was just minor things I edited so no big deal.

Oh, also, while the POV is Riko-chan's, who she's talking about is up to you~ So hey it could even be a Riko x fem!Reader if you want www

Italics & bold = song lyrics!
Anyways, enjoy~

The ticking of the clock, steady as always, only makes me realize how silent it is in this lowly lit room.

How long have I been staring at this piano?

Hey,
How long have you been making me feel like this?

As if to answer me a soft breeze from the open window carries into the room, the setting sun making the swaying curtains look like the waves of a dress. Or maybe its the longing of a memory I can't seem to fully recall that makes me think of it as a dress, the reddish-orange hues mixing with the dark shadows it casts, somehow making this room seem bigger.

Making it seem lonelier.

Even though we understand each other
I keep thinking that it's no good so much that it burns

My hands hover over the keys once more, the motion as familiar to me as breathing, yet some days it's as alien as can be. It's almost like the feeling of—

A silhouette suddenly flashes through my mind's eye, cutting through whatever thought I was about to have. I feel my face begin to heat up as my fingers slowly curl, turning my open hand into a light fist as I move to rest them in my lap.

Whether alone or with others, my mind always finds a way back to her like a fly drawn to the dangerous glow of light. No matter what lie I try to convince myself with to try and explain these thoughts, my heart always whispers what I know to be true.

And every single time it only hurts more.

I want to know even more about you, you, you
My heart is always, always, always, in pain

A soft sigh escapes my lips as I turn away from the piano and walk over to the window. With the setting sun and the light breeze, the view is absolutely picturesque. It's serenity almost convinces me that even these feelings, however onesided, are truly a blessing.

I can almost picture how I'd paint this scene if she was standing in front of this window. The lines I'd draw to try and capture her beauty...

I feel my expression turn bitter as I turn away from the view.

I quietly stare at your figure
As you happily talk
This love story that cannot come true

Even so, the pain, as always, drags me back to reality and how much I wish I didn't feel this way, this strongly, for someone out of my reach.