🎶 There’ll be no strings to bind your hands 🎶
🎶 Not if my love can bind your heart 🎶
🎶 And there’s no need to take a stand 🎶
🎶 For it was I who chose to start 🎶
“Don’t laugh,” She whispered in a somewhat meek and embarrassed tone.
“You are a terrible singer.”
“Why are you always so mean?” Chilè questioned as he laughed which forced a rather unwelcome pout to her lips. The silence seemed to linger there. Only the sound of the birds and the plucking of guitar strings. Though her heart certainty felt as though it was the loudest sound in the area.
“I love you.”
Startled by his omission she stammered, “You….love me.”
“Is that all I get?”
Chilè thought his words were less a question and more just a reason to tease her. Which he always loved to do. Still, theirs was a relationship forbidden. Miroku was just some poor Tylo kid from around the way. Played in a band when the mood struck. Sometimes, there was barely an aspiration lingering about him other than the contentment of just being.
She had never met anyone like him before, but Chilè was not afforded the same freedom. There were expectations put upon her simply because she was of the Yamada clan. “I know you can see it, our future. Is it as glorious as the pounding of my heart when I am with you,” She boldly asked.
“Glorious could never describe the path before us,” Miroku responded in his usual melancholy tone.
It was hard for her. As much as Chilè wanted these moments with him to last forever, she could feel a darkness. Maybe it was just her incessant need to worry or that drive to have things be absolutely perfect. She could not say, but it felt heavy which made it very difficult for her to tell Miroku that she loved him as well.