Vocaloid: SHADOWS IN THE SPOTLIGHT [Miku X Luka]

Through Teary Eyes - #45

Miku's PoV

Dull rays of sunlight illuminate the achromatic room, reflecting off the mirror, gleaming weakly on the small-scale, darkened TV screen. The distant chatter of people outside, the constant ticking of the clock in the corner, the blaring of music from the room above - all factors shattering the silence I may or may not be more comfortable with.

Everything makes so much more sense now. As much as I hate to say this, Luka's distant behaviour seems to be caused by Yukari. Such a strong, goofy, lovely person... but this is how it is, I suppose.

Everyone has demons, right? We can't all act happy all of the time. We can't please everyone all of the time. We can't be perfect all of the time. I hear the saying so many times - 'nobody's perfect'. I suppose that goes for her, as well. But does that really stop me from adoring her? No, not in a million years!

Have I failed to show Luka enough attention the past week or so? Have I brought this on myself? I love her so much, I really do - have I failed to show that? Or maybe I've shown it too much? Have I weirded her out too much? For all I know, she's straight or even asexual.

My mind seems to be good at suggesting every possible little thing I may have done wrong in a bad situation, even bringing up things that don't make sense at all. And as much as I'm aware of that, apparently I'm foolish enough to believe the possibilities my mind produces rapidly.

Upon finishing her rant, Luka turns away. At a loss for words, I close my eyes and take a shallow breath, trying to digest all her words. I feel so many emotions racing through me - anger, upset, doubt, regret, guilt. No emotion outnumbers the other. I'm left in a state of overwhelming numbness.

And then I open my eyes. "I..." My voice tails away, and after flickering my gaze from object to object, I turn to face her. Hair the sweet colour of pink candy floss veils her face, falling over her eyes. Her slender body is visibly quivering, and that moment, I notice a silent, lone tear travel down her delicate cheek, followed by another, and another, and another.

She's crying.

Undeniably, I cry a lot. I suppose I'm a bit of a cry baby really - faking or holding back isn't exactly my strong point. I cry out of anger, sadness, stress, fear, all sorts. But Luka is a whole other story.

Since knowing her, I've only see her cry once - when I came across her standing on the roof, manipulated by my ex-best friend, before my parents found out my secret. She doesn't cry very easily. So to see her next to me, shaking, crying... it's heartbreaking.

"Luka..." I want to reach out to her, hug her tight, hold her until she calms down, but I'm fearful that she will push me away again. "I'm so sorry, please don't cry..."

She avoids eye contact with me and drags her sleeve furiously across her face in attempt to dry the tears, though more continue to fall. And I don't know wether or not this sounds absolutely ridiculous, but... seeing her like this is making my own eyes sting with stubborn tears.

"You do know that you're my number one, right?" I tell her in a soft voice. "You're incredible in every way and I love everything about you. Yukari is such a lovely girl, but... she's not you, and I couldn't live without you." Though she's not looking, I smile a tiny smile through the guilt that's enveloping me.

"But I'm not... why else would people... go out of their way, to try and make... make my life a misery?" She chokes out, stuttering and stumbling over her words.

"Because people are cruel..." is my almost inaudible response. "You don't deserve any of the shit that give you. Please... trust me with that. They're horrible people. You're beautiful, inside and out."

Luka freezes for a moment, before abruptly standing up. Through her misty vision, I see her glassy orbs dart to the kitchen, and with tears still pouring down her cheeks, she takes a step forward.

"Don't you dare go near that knife draw-!"

I leap up from the sofa and grab her by the hand, my grip firm. She tugs once in attempt to pull free, to no such avail. "Why the fuck shouldn't I?" She responds, her voice breaking painfully.

Those stubborn tears burning my eyes previously manage to escape. I know exactly what she wants to do. And I don't want to let her. "Hurting yourself isn't going to fix anything!" I spit. She doesn't respond, nor does she turn around. She just stares blankly ahead. A moment passes, and another, and another. Nothing. With a sigh, I let go of her hand and avert my gaze. "Anything you do... I'll follow in your footsteps. So, if you really insist, then..."

And with that, slowly, she turns around. I raise my head to meet her gaze, and our eyes interlock - her blue orbs clouded with pain, mine probably clouded the same. And we stay like that for a moment. I force a small smile, and I take a step towards her, before extending my arms out shyly. Without a moments hesitation, Luka rushes into my arms and hugs me tightly. I embrace her back, clinging on tight, wishing to never let her go.

"Everything's okay..." I tell her, though my voice is nothing more than a whisper. "Everything's going to be okay..."

I can feel her slender body against mine still quivering ever so slightly, and in my best attempts to comfort her, I rub my hand gently against her back. My right shoulder is damp from where she's cried, but I couldn't care less about that.

If that annoying clock didn't emit a loud tick sound every time it moved it's hand, I'm sure time would be standing still right now. We stay there for a while, arms wrapped inseparably around each other. Gradually, her breathing evens out, and the unending flow of tears comes to a halt.

"Are you okay now..?" I ask softly, gently pulling away and looking her in the eye. Once more, she wipes her sleeve across her face, before smiling slightly and nodding her head. I smile back at her, slightly sheepishly. "Umm, would you like to come for a walk around outside? Yknow, to clear our minds, talk this out... it could benefit us both."

"It sounds nice." Her voice is quiet and adorably timid; I have to keep myself from launching myself at her and hugging her close.

"Alright." I smile at her, before turning back around to grab my coat. "Thank you."

A/N: Okay I have a question for all you wonderful people! What's your favourite negitoro fanfiction? I'm curious, and slightly in need of new fics to read xD
anyway WOOO new chapter, hope you've all enjoyed! uwu
As always see you in the next chapter~! ♪