Mirrored Reflections (MaaDuu)

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Another MaaDuu. I hope you guys like it.

Mirrored Reflections - μ

Masaki stood before her own dim reflection on the massive glass windows. It was dark outside. The sun had long set. The stars were hidden from her loneliness by the heavy clouds. It was only the lights of the cityscape that lent her illumination. It was the perfect setting for melancholy. However, it was not how she wanted to feel. She was tired of being lonely, sad and alone.

Lightning flashed in an inconsistent pulse, followed by a deep rumbling thunder, as rain began to fall. Some drops splattered against the pane of glass, which soon rolled down in concede to gravity, leaving trails in their wake.

Masaki chuckled as the lines the raindrops left behind appeared like tears on her reflection. It was like heaven itself was weeping the tears she no longer could. She slowly raised her hand to their level and wiped her thumb across her reflection’s cheek as if to wipe its tears away. But they stayed where they were.

She had been waiting for a long time and was, as she had imagined, completely surrounded by darkness, and she had always feared, all alone.

The rain battered the roads and roofs of the city in a rhythm she thought she could not possibly measure or replicate. It seemed like an endless barrage of notes in harmony and dissonance all at once.

She had waited and was waiting still, constantly renewing her resolve to stay a little while longer—fighting the impulse to walk away. But that resolve was breaking by the minute and it was apparent that no matter how long she waited, her wishes might not come true at all.

She was so lost in her own thoughts that the darkness and the rain were relegated to forming a mere backdrop to her loneliness. She didn’t notice the steady beat of footsteps coming up to her—coming for her.

Masaki crossed her arms loosely, almost hugging herself. While it was warm inside the building, she couldn’t help feeling cold. Perhaps it was just her. Perhaps she was just feeling lonely. When she was startled by a sudden embrace from behind, an arm across her chest, with a warm and familiar hand resting on her right shoulder. The wait was over.

She pressed her body hard against Haruka’s, her left arm reaching up across her torso, placing her hand on Haruka’s. Their fingers entwined on their own. She tilted her head to the left as Haruka kissed her behind her ear, on her cheek, making a trail to the crook of her neck. Her other hand reached up to cup Haruka’s cheek as she turned her head to lead Haruka to her lips. She looked at Haurka with a soft smile, before closing her eyes just before taking Haruka’s mouth with her own. She let out a tiny moan when Haruka kissed her harder. Her right arm dropped to her side, no longer needed to guide Haruka, her hand immediately caught and kept by Haruka. As if telepathically linked, they pulled away from the kiss at the same time, both of them gasping for air. They held on to each other, without moving for a few minutes.

In this position, they were like two adjoining puzzle pieces finding each other and locking in together. Their seven-centimeter difference in height was just right. Everything about them was just right. It all made sense—all the ways that they were the same and all the ways they were different. They were like music. They, together, were music.

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Mirrored Reflections - Δ

Haruka stood a good distance away from her in the dimly lit corridor. It was dark. Most of the lights in the building had been turned off. The offices were empty and closed. Almost everyone had gone home. It was quiet. It was the perfect setting for them to be alone. However, it was not enough for them to be alone. She wanted them to both be free, honest and happy.

She slowly walked towards Masaki in an inconsistent pace, the sudden thunder and crash of rain drowning out the pitter patter against the porcelain tiles of the floor, slowing down in apprehension. Still, she went unnoticed despite a trail of echoes following her steps.

Haruka chuckled to herself as the darkness kept her hidden like a thief in the night. It was like the shadows were actively keeping her from being discovered before the time was right. She boldly took a stride forward as if to challenge its protection. The shadows were unmoving but no one was paying attention.

She had waited a long time for this chance and it was not at like what she had imagined: she was far less confident. However, at the very least, it was how she had intended, that the two of them were all alone.

Her brain tried to organize her thoughts in fashion that she could easily remember and communicate. It seemed like an endless barrage of ideas in consonance and contradiction all at once.

She had been contemplating and was contemplating still, constantly reminding herself of the reason why she even thought of doing this—fighting her tendency to deny her feelings. Her resolve was getting stronger by the minute, just by the fact that Masaki was still there despite having to wait a long, long time.

She was now dead set on making tonight happen that her apprehensions faded from memory, any protests in her mind reduced to white noise. She didn’t care whether her steps could be heard. They were steady beats to her battle song.

Haruka crossed the point of no return, standing so close, almost touching her. While she was determined, she couldn’t help feeling nervous. Perhaps she shouldn’t have asked her to come. Perhaps their last goodbye really was supposed to be their last goodbye. When she stopped giving a damn and reached around Masaki’s shoulders, pulling her close, Haruka’s hand resting on the warm, familiar shoulder. It’s begun.

Masaki pressed her body hard against hers, reaching up and holding Haruka’s hand on her shoulder. Their fingers entwined on their own. Haruka leaned in, kissing her behind her ear, on the cheek, making a trail to the crook of her neck. She felt Masaki’s hand cup her cheek, pulling her in. She kept her eyes closed as she let herself be led, only to have them pop open when she felt Masaki’s lips on her own. Her eyes then fluttered to a close as Haruka deepened the kiss. As Masaki’s guiding hand fell to the side, Haruka took it in her own. As if telepathically linked, they pulled away from the kiss at the same time, both of them gasping for air. They held on to each other, without moving for a few minutes.

In this position, they were like two adjoining puzzle pieces finding each other and locking in together. Their seven-centimeter difference in height was just right. Everything about them was just right. It all made sense—all the ways that they were the same and all the ways they were different. They were like music. They, together, were music.

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[resop2]

Will Haruka deliver a warning card to Masaki reading "Tonight I will come and steal your heart."?