112: The Past - XV

When I first saw Hayami, I was stunned into a profound silence.

That was just how beautiful she was. For me at least.

Her long and lustrous raven hair that shone brightly reflecting the serene light of the cloudless night moon and her pair of red eyes that captivated the soul of any who witnessed her - she looked like a witch set out to steal my heart - which she did of course.

She was beautiful but not without scars.

Like the moon with dark spots, her face and the region around her neck had bruises.

Without taking my eyes off of her, my feet carried me closer and closer to where she was standing solemnly as if pulled by a magnetic force.

As I gazed upon her from up close, an intense emotion swirled in my heart.

"Ah, I want to break her." That was what escaped my mouth and how I truly felt.

Like how a certain flower makes you feel to want to nip it.

Like how a certain painting makes you want to mess it up.

Like how a certain shape of icicles makes you want to shatter it to pieces.

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