SPOILER!!: WE do not like all this 'he was going to miss her' talk *wibble*
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Right. He knew she wasn't the one for stereotypes. Probably one thing she loved about her, though, because Treyen tended to stereotype people from time to time. So far, almost all Slytherins had proved him right. Except Sierra, and Fee, and, yeah, let's throw Salander into the mix.
But this wasn't something to focus on at the moment. His thoughts didn't linger on that for long, not after taking notice of how Kurumi was reacting to what he'd said. And he got more worried by the second, because she didn't look like she could remain seated for longer, and it was all his fault. He was completely hating this. Her actions, or in this case reactions, spoke louder than words. She liked him. And Treyen's chest felt as if it had been wounded by an arrow. At least that's what he supposed something similar must feel like, because he was starting to have problems with keeping an even breathing pattern. He'd stopped breathing several times as he waited for Kurumi to utter one word, he only needed to hear one single word, as to make sure he didn't completely break her.
His eyes flickered from her hands, to her face, and back to her hands (because she seemed to be putting great pressure on her delicate hands), her hair as it changed colors to one he's never seen before...and her eyes. Her beautiful violet eyes that weren't looking back.
Right there, Treyen wished that he could like her back, but even after reading the Gilderoy bit on Aparecium he knew that she deserved better. Ellie deserved better too. Maybe even Lola.
He wanted to hold her, and tell her that it'll all be alright, that she'll soon like someone else, but he was afraid to do so. He'd break her even more if he did, he was sure of that. He felt completely frustrated and useless, because he'd said that he didn't want to hurt her, and here he was, doing the opposite of what he'd said, with very little he could do to make it all better.
Frustrated. Yes.
Then he froze at the sound of the softest voice ever and the question it carried.
Kurumi...Kurumi did like him, didn't she? Lexi had been right all along. The worst part of it...he didn't know the answer to that.
His eyes were still on the girl breaking to pieces in front of him, and he didn't know what to do or say to put some pieces together. He so desperately wanted to. Yet he knew that what he said didn't matter, because it wasn't going to be something that Kurumi wanted to hear.
Treyen was selfish enough to realize how much he was going to miss her, and not the Arithmancy part of their friendship, because they'd been friends long before numbers came along...and truth be told, he could care less about Arithmancy at this moment. Sorry, Hadley, but it was true. He was going to miss her, the cheerful girl that always managed to make him smile, and blush. The one that may need him the most, but the same one he couldn't help right now. The only one he'd managed to make her cry when they met, and was succeeding at doing so again.
The one that was broken at this precise moment thanks to him.
Panic. He caught the sight of tears on her face and he panicked. He was having even more trouble breathing, and he didn't know what to do to make her tears stop. He still hadn't answered her question.
She deserved an answer, and he could only speak the truth. "I can't say it's because I "won't", because the future isn't set in stone," he said, in a soft tone, "And I can't say it's because I "can't", because I'm not being forced against it," his eyes somehow got watery, but he was not crying, and he wouldn't cry. "But...," he started to say, as he fought the urge to take her hand, "...my heart is set on someone else, and I can't fight those feelings," this is when it hit him. If Ellie hadn't liked him back, then he'd feel...probably how Kurumi was feeling right now, and he swallowed back some tears. "I do like you, but as a great friend, maybe even a sister, just not the way you wish," Treyen hoped he'd answered her question with that. And he had to be completely honest with her, right?
"I don't think you should be crying," because he never knew what to do when someone cried, and he simply HATED to see her cry, "You deserve better anyway," yes, he voiced out his own thoughts.
Kurumi’s hands clenched into tight fists at her side as she stood there in silence waiting for Treyen to speak. The silence was maddening and Kurumi wished so much that she could take a peek into his head and see what all he was thinking – for better or worse. Just standing there looking and feeling like a cruppy that had been kicked and then trampled by a herd of hippogriffs was only making her feel lightheaded and like she would collapse.
She swallowed, HARD, and then tightened the fists that were clenched tightly at her waist and continued to wait for him to answer as a million and one things rushed through her head.
WHAT was she doing? Of course someone like Treyen wouldn’t be interested in someone like her. Someone who lacked confidence and had the backbone that was closer to the consistence of the bread pudding found at dinner in the Great Hall. Treyen was, in a sense, everything she wished that she could be. He was confident and kind. He always seemed to know the right things to say to her to cheer her up and make her feel better about herself – save for this moment. Most importantly, he accepted her for who she was and hated it whenever she tried to hide her metamorphagus abilities.
That was something that not even Adam did.
With Adam, her and he had come up with a code to signal when the changes to her hair color were taking place so that she could hide. Even if he hadn’t meant it as such, it had become a signal to Kurumi that she was right in being ashamed of it. It was right to her to hide. Of course, Lexi had told Kurumi that she was silly for thinking such things, but it had been Treyen who had made her believe it.
Still lost in thought, Kurumi hardly heard him when he spoke again. The words stung, there was no denying it, but a small glimmer of something inside her was thankful for his honesty.
See Treyen, you are nothing like what that article says you are. He was here now, with her, talking with her about all this and not running away. That in itself was enough to make a small smile tickle the edges of her lips.
Her hair, although it was still grayish-blue, and stopped turning and remained as it was like a heavy fog resting on her head.
Not as you wish… those words stung the most and a small whimper escaped her lips and her head hung even lower – her bangs now brushed to the side showing all the shattered pain in her violet eyes.
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A-A-And I can’t fight mine,” she said finally looking up and directly into his eyes a she resisted the urge to blink or look away. Despite the tears streaming down her face, she needed to be strong. Her hand moved to softly touch the red flower tucked neatly into her hair. Treyen didn’t see her that way…which made all the memories of the time they had spent together hurt more because she had honestly believed with all her heart that he had. It didn’t matter what he said after he had said
‘I like you.’ To Kurumi, that meant everything. That alone, was enough for her for now.
Minus one thing.
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I like you Treyen Lockhart. I like you a lot.” She whimpered a bit and shuffled her feet as she tried to figure out what to do next. She half sobbed half laughed at his comment about not crying. No, she really should be crying. Her heart was breaking and holding on this in would only hurt her more. You never gained anything by loving, but you could lost everything but holding back. So she was going to cry. “
And you are wrong about that…there is no one else like you Treyen…remember that…”
Now the tears were really flowing and her hands went to her face, covering it, and she melting to the floor and tried to muffle her sobs a bit. Why did this hurt so much?