Love

The pain that Kobato felt in her chest was unlike anything she had ever felt before. It hurt and yet it didn't hurt at all. It wasn't any kind of physical pain- like stinging or bruising. It was more like a profound sadness… but that wasn't quite what it was, either.

She felt as if she were reaching for something far away. It was a deep longing which rose and fell in her chest with every breath. She needed to be somewhere, with someone, yet something was holding her back.

All that she knew was that the more she thought about that certain someone, the stronger the feeling became. But even when she tried to lead her thoughts away from him, that feeling of longing always came back, and she was always thinking about him once again.

How can I describe this? Kobato thought to herself. There were so many things about the human heart and body that she did not understand. The ways of her own self were just as perplexing as the world around her. But the more she thought about it, the more helpless she became to it.

I wonder what he's doing now? Kobato thought one day. She leaned her head out of her apartment window, allowing the long locks of her pinkish-brown hair to lightly sweep across the concrete wall in the morning breeze. The rays of sunlight were captured in her lost eyes as they traveled across the large town before her.

She used to only think about how big the world was and how she would always try her best to live in it as any normal human would. But now, all she thought about was that certain someone, and how he was somewhere in that large town that very moment.

It's always becoming deeper and deeper, Kobato realized.

It feels like I'm…

…falling.


AN: I have never been in love, so readers have every right to shoot me. This fanfic was actually inspired from a poem by Miss-Deathwish on Deviantart.