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距 - Distance

...---...

"Sakura..." she turned towards me, sending a smile. I felt my heart flutter at the sudden sight.

"Yes?"

"If two people love each other, they get together, right?" She seemed confused at my question, but nodded.

"Yeah. Why?" I faked a smile and shook my head.

"Nothing."

"Well, I'm sure that you'll meet a pretty boy that would love you too." I felt my smile drop, but as always, I kept it up. In my head I scowled, because it wasn't a boy I wanted, like any other cliche romance story.

I wanted her.

...---...

If two people love each other, they should get together. But...this is different.

Because she's pretty.

I'm ugly.

She's rich.

I'm poor.

She has her family.

I have an unloving brother.

She has friends.

I'm a loner.

She's popular.

I'm just her old friend that clung onto her.

...---...

I look at her across my room, wondering how it was possible we managed to stick together for so long.

All I was to her was someone who listened to her problems, defended her from people, and gave her a Laffy Taffy every Tuesday after her volleyball practice.

"Just a friend," I imagined she would say when her other friends would ask her who I was.

And now we sit, at four in the morning, completing homework. I watch her as she averts her eyes to the window, the one she usually snuck out of, and bobs her head to the tune blasting out of those pink headphones of hers.

Her half lidded emerald eyes, dubbed with exhaustion, glisten in the moonlight, as her ruby lips mouth along with the music.

Maybe, if I got closer...

And then I remember where we are. Who we are.

I'm just her roommate.

She's my friend.

Maybe...this distance is enough.

Because every time I try to get closer, he would come and ruin it all.

"Its best if you just stay away," he'd say.

As I soon get my head out of the clouds, I see her, with her pink hair and emerald eyes.

I unnoticeably sigh before returning to my work.

This distance is enoug