And then it stopped. What started out as a spontaneous outburst that then transitioned into a verbal jumble of indecision and feelings and then ended with a panicked confession, one that wasn't really intended to come out at all. At least, not like this. A thousand fantasies of what this moment was supposed to be like came crashing down before her very eyes as it was replaced with a single intense reality, and that was the one that she was in right now.

It was almost too real for her; the pounding of her heart, the anxious breaths, the fear of what he would think reaching its climax. It was as if all of her senses and feelings were on overdrive, intensifying the moment greatly as her mind was overwhelmed with so many new thoughts and emotions. It even felt like time was slowing down just to devastate her with this paranoia further, to make sure she would rethink her decision. It's not like she could take it back at this point, though. Even she knew things were going to be different now that she had said these things.

Questions also began sprouting forth from her indecision. Why was he staring at her that way? Did she really just say those things to him? Why would she have done that? She hardly remained certain of her own feelings, let alone what she felt for someone else. Someone like him. Were these feelings even what she had told him that they were? What if they weren't? What if the pounding in her chest was telling her she was wrong?

What if the pounding in her chest was telling her she was right?

What was she going to do? She couldn't deny something as serious as what she just spoke to him, and she wasn't sure if she could run away. Not that she could. Not that she wanted to. But the suspense in waiting for a response was almost too overbearing for her to stay frozen in her own mind. Yet all she could do was stand and stare.

And then suddenly, it was all over. Two swift movements later, he was holding her hand gently, just like he always did when she needed him too, when she was in states like this, and embracing her. The touch of his lips on her cheek brought her out of her emotional fog, calming her frantic mind and relieving her of all of her fears in a single millisecond. Time began to resume, and her lips parted as she realized that tears had fallen from her eyes. She… had been crying? She could briefly recall choking during the profession of her feelings, but she was uncertain as to whether that was relevant.

Finally, she released a timid, shaky breath as she realized what his response meant to her. It meant that whatever she had spilled out towards him in that long moment, it was mutual between them. It meant that he was there for her, and always going to be there for her. It meant that whatever she thought she felt—no, knew she felt—that it wasn't wrong, not at all.

It meant everything she could have wanted it to mean.

Something that was written for this picture, except at the the time I didn't know there was more to it on the original page. Also, why doesn't let you post links? Lame. Anyways, here it is, with spaces; tegaki. pipa. jp/150225/21043225 .html