Out Of Touch

"You're bewitching. You know that?"

He moved the flowers towards him, embracing the loath of planting before pulling away.

"You know, everytime i pass an aweing flower, I think of you." spread on the counter below her, he rested his head on his hands he held up.

"Tsuki.. Why do I feel such affection for you, but when I'm alone I am left to wither my own thoughts." He weeped, clenching the counter that separated the two. "Please, tell me, I'm not crazy for you, that this is all some sort of delusion. Tell me that you were with me this whole time, not with someone who couldn't be me..."