[ She snorts quietly at the disagreement. Not surprising, really. Wasn't a day ending in Y if he wasn't constantly trying to be ever the contrarian with her. It was comforting, almost, being able to rely on that.
Her expression shifts when he fulfills her request. Another surprise. She figured he'd roll his eyes, throw a hissy fit, and walk off like she's sure he's wanted to for a long time now. But no. Finally, the cover of his book has creaked open. She's gotten a peek at a page.
It happens without thought. Monika goes in for a kiss. Unlike any other she's given him, ones riddled with lust and less-than-savory feelings, this one is meant to be gentle. Comforting. An attempt to give him something nice.
It's not like she could understand that kind of bond, or even begin to fathom what it was like to have to forever harbor the amount of regret that must've brought forth. But they both knew pain. That was the chain linking them, no matter how much she tried to deny it.
After a moment, she pulls back, remaining a few inches away. Instinct had taken over, but she snagged hold of the reins again, regained her control. He wasn't really someone she should even think about wanting to comfort. Was he?
...Or was there more to it? ]
Sometimes, when you want something with all of your being...everyone else becomes an obstacle. No matter how important they are. [ Her brow twitches, nearly furrowing, memories of their shared nightmare picking at her. ] No matter how real or fake they are.
[ Words drift into her mind from a faraway place, ones that seemed to mean even more now, more than when she had first written them: ]
There is no meaning. There is no purpose. And we seek only the impossible.
no subject
Her expression shifts when he fulfills her request. Another surprise. She figured he'd roll his eyes, throw a hissy fit, and walk off like she's sure he's wanted to for a long time now. But no. Finally, the cover of his book has creaked open. She's gotten a peek at a page.
It happens without thought. Monika goes in for a kiss. Unlike any other she's given him, ones riddled with lust and less-than-savory feelings, this one is meant to be gentle. Comforting. An attempt to give him something nice.
It's not like she could understand that kind of bond, or even begin to fathom what it was like to have to forever harbor the amount of regret that must've brought forth. But they both knew pain. That was the chain linking them, no matter how much she tried to deny it.
After a moment, she pulls back, remaining a few inches away. Instinct had taken over, but she snagged hold of the reins again, regained her control. He wasn't really someone she should even think about wanting to comfort. Was he?
...Or was there more to it? ]
Sometimes, when you want something with all of your being...everyone else becomes an obstacle. No matter how important they are. [ Her brow twitches, nearly furrowing, memories of their shared nightmare picking at her. ] No matter how real or fake they are.
[ Words drift into her mind from a faraway place, ones that seemed to mean even more now, more than when she had first written them: ]
There is no meaning.
There is no purpose.
And we seek only the impossible.