UnGraceful Retreat
From the start, he had known that she would never be his... Yet it never stopped him from feeling, trying - to get her to love him. Even the smallest bit of love would've been enough...enough for him to soar to the skies above in sheer delight. So he tried. He tried to get her to love him.
In a way, he was in denial...or most probably blind.
After all, it was common knowledge that she was head over heels over the stoic captain. Correction - everyone was.
It irked him to know that the captain never noticed her - too involved with that civilian to ever notice her. And it irked him even more that she would not stop loving him - someone who didn't even know she existed.
He was bitter...unsurprisingly.
He who wanted her so much could not even touch her, and yet the one who could...the one whom she would willingly die for, did not even know her. Would not even spare her a glance - spare all his fans a glance, simply because he was too obssessed with that civilian to even notice.
He wanted to break something.
He broke his wrist.
(c) blade 2006
Yeah...i know, it's rather weird. The flow of the story isn't that fluid either. Hm...maybe i'd post a rewrite sometime later~ who knows?
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