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Beyond the Threshold

Let's remain good friends. Always. That's what I said.

Yep! was her sweet, scathing reply.

My heart was indeed breaking.

I could never have her. It was not meant to be. I should have known that. I couldn't have my cake and eat it as well. (Was it not my place? Was it not my time? I feel certain you're the one…)

She accepted me. She would smile. She would laugh. She would fill my heart with something (yearning) and I could do nothing but try to muffle its rapid, most definitely audible rhythm.

I can only think One Thing, and it's the One Thing that will lead me to my demise and more heartache and more… more of the nothing that has consumed my life until you appeared.

(I think I love you.)

Is that so wrong?

(I adore you.)

You're enchanting.

(I want you by my side forever.)

You treat me as a companion, not a burden.

(I don't think anymore.)

What would I do without you?

(I know.)

Maybe you'll allow me to be more.

(I love you, Fujioka... Haruhi.)

Maybe, when I'm strong enough (I am afraid, oh, so afraid), maybe I'll tell you.

No.

I will.

I serve you, Fujioka.

(Thank you, Haruhi.)

- Lend me the bird on your windowsill
May I borrow the song in your head?
Can I be yours? Forever, maybe?
Can 'awhile' be 'eternity' instead?
Lend me the bird on your windowsill –

- Fin -

Lyrics: Empathetically Yours, by Madison Gilbert-Allen.
Well, I think this pairing needs more love. –sniff-
-Bya