Lilac Summer By: Dark Ferret "It was something in her eyes that lured me in." --Deepest Melancholy Something happened so that no words needed to be said. So as I looked at her, just observing her perfection, she smiled back, adding to that perfection, somehow. I don't know if this is love; I've never felt it before. Affection, perhaps. And I've used people--men--before, for various reasons. I try not to think about that, because when I do, I feel horrid. And which such a vision of loveliness by my side, there's no reason to feel like that. We were alone. Usually, we weren't certain of that fact, but no one could have been out here with us without us seeing, hearing, or feeling them. I'm sure of that. I just feel so _alive_. As if something about her has set afire the rotting tinder that has been my soul for so long--too long. We've been out here for however long we've been--I don't notice anymore. I'm fairly sure we've been doing the same things for days, just silently observing all of the noises of each other's souls that we can't hear in the city. I do, however, like the city. Yes, Tokyo has it's charms. Just not the particular charms we were enjoying now. Ever since I started remembering how it should be, I could never go back to how it was. Once I started pursuing that dream, I realized that was because things are so much better now. The very thought of returning to those times of decadence in shallowness brings bile up into my throat. Oh, how much I have changed. And now I know that I am pure for those changes, and something just rings 'Right' when we are together. And she _is_ the most beautiful person on this planet and many others. I don't know how I am so sure of this, but I am nonetheless. So this--hour?--day?--month?--summer? is perfect because she is the only person in it, and perfection leaks from her very presence. We reach each other. I hadn't been aware I had been reaching out--perhaps I hadn't, perhaps she had reacted to something in my soul. I wouldn't put it past her. This _is_ love. It must be. Author's Notes: I did this to prove that Michiru is not perfect, but Haruka is. At least, I think so. ^_^ No, I just had to prove that non one is perfect, and perhaps Michiru's perfection is masking something slightly sinister. That's all. Now e-mail me.