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saintly_heroic_sage_seta) wrote2012-08-19 05:31 pm
saintly_heroic_sage_seta) wrote2012-08-19 05:31 pm
The strongest impressions are the hardest to forget.
-I – Amagi Yukiko ~Love~-
Her steadfast hope of leaving the inn seemed so out of place—she had family, and friends constantly worrying for her, including me. I know—no, understand how much she’s troubled by the conundrum, and did my best to leave no trace of her caged feelings untouched. She confided in me eventually, just as much as I believed in her--
--And when it all came together on the day that she’d stood up to the press, and just ratted them out for speaking ill of the inn—her family’s inn, it made me smile on the inside. No, more than that.
It gave me one out of the many reasons I could have come up with, to love her so deeply.
She’d finally left her imprisoned feelings behind, and accepted that leaving may not have been the best idea yet; not when she didn’t have the means to set out on her own and leave the inn behind. And it was me who helped her realize that.
Our gratitude was mutual, in the end. One confession to her ensured it.
I loved her. In that single moment, that was all that mattered to me.
And it gave birth to a simple and pure love, the only thing I could feel from her from the day I brought her to my room onwards.
Not even blinding rage towards Namatame could keep her from listening at such a pivotal moment…nor would our mutual resentment for Adachi, and later, Izanami. No matter how beaten we were, no matter how close to death we came, our mutual support brought us to the light at the end.
Yukiko was, in every sense of the word, perfect.
My happiness lies with her.
Her steadfast hope of leaving the inn seemed so out of place—she had family, and friends constantly worrying for her, including me. I know—no, understand how much she’s troubled by the conundrum, and did my best to leave no trace of her caged feelings untouched. She confided in me eventually, just as much as I believed in her--
--And when it all came together on the day that she’d stood up to the press, and just ratted them out for speaking ill of the inn—her family’s inn, it made me smile on the inside. No, more than that.
It gave me one out of the many reasons I could have come up with, to love her so deeply.
She’d finally left her imprisoned feelings behind, and accepted that leaving may not have been the best idea yet; not when she didn’t have the means to set out on her own and leave the inn behind. And it was me who helped her realize that.
Our gratitude was mutual, in the end. One confession to her ensured it.
I loved her. In that single moment, that was all that mattered to me.
And it gave birth to a simple and pure love, the only thing I could feel from her from the day I brought her to my room onwards.
Not even blinding rage towards Namatame could keep her from listening at such a pivotal moment…nor would our mutual resentment for Adachi, and later, Izanami. No matter how beaten we were, no matter how close to death we came, our mutual support brought us to the light at the end.
Yukiko was, in every sense of the word, perfect.
My happiness lies with her.