Mysteries.
Secrets.
Promises?
What do you hold
behind those lovely eyes?
Do you laugh at me, see my
rage, my despair...my...my
desire...? My...
Love?
You're looking at me now,
waiting for my answer...
L-sama help me.
I can't...
I won't...
I shouldn't...
I am...
In your arms, I feel as if I belong there...
As if we were meant to be...
Am I just your toy,
your puppet,
a plaything to be used and
thrown away?
I know the consequences all too well...
But they don't matter now.
All I can think of,
all I can see,
is you...