"i'm sorry to hear that."

i mumbled and the thunder appeared once again, reflecting an intense lightning on us. i saw how his eyes stared at it, not even startled, like he was already used to seeing it. as i said those words, his face doesn't leave off a hint of sadness.

only pure guilt and regret, but then his eyes met mine and they softened after, "don't look at me like that."

my eyebrows furrowed at him, "huh?"

"don't pity me." he looked away, eyes landing on the wet ground below us, each raindrop that dropped made my heart beat faster, "it was both of our fault."

i bit my bottom lip, afraid to get involved in his privacy. afraid that he might spit out something i don't want to hear.

"it's okay," he glanced at me as i spoke, "i'll listen, don't pressure yourself too much."

but even after encouraging him, he stayed silent. i didn't left any single word after that because the only thing that matters right now is he's here by my side. even if it's just for today, even if tomorrow wouldn't be the same, that's alright.

because being with him, feels like time moves slower.

"it was stupid." he spoke after minutes of silence enveloping us, "how i went from miyagi to tokyo, just for her."

"only to end up realizing the truth," he laughed sarcastically, a fake and irritated smile plastered on his face, "fate didn't played us, cupid did."

"cupid's twin." i corrected and he rose a brow at me.

"my mother said that cupid have a twin. they were like enemies, she said that if cupid shoots arrows at people to fall in love, cupid's twin shoots arrows at people to occupy their thoughts of being in love."

and i let a small smile form on my face, "both are really scary."

he hummed after that as he seems to look amused at my story. i would often ask my mother back then, afraid that cupid's twin might shot me instead of cupid himself. i let myself wonder if both are bad or good and my mother would only say that it depends on the situation.

at this point, i don't even know who shot an arrow at me.

"did you love her?"

tsukishima didn't move, his eyes only staring at the sky. he looks like a statue who i stole in the museum, like an art that i want to keep close to me. but i got scared for a second, thinking that what if cupid's twin shot me?

i don't want to hurt him again. i don't want him to go through that kind of situation again.

"love?" he mumbled, scoffing at the word, "maybe at some point, i thought i did. but in the end, it was my mind who only adored her and not my entire self."

and i smiled, "i'm glad you realized that."

as i stretched my arm out and raindrops landed on my palm, my smile dropped, "i met someone in a flower shop too."

his eyes averted back to my figure, but he stayed silent, a sign to let me continue.

"he's the definition of beauty." i lifted my head up and let the droplets of water run down my skin.

"how cheesy." he laughed and mocked me, "be careful, you might end up in the same situation like me." he jokingly said, not looking at me.

i watched a smile, even if it's a sarcastic one, form on his face and i couldn't help but feel the butterflies appearing in my stomach once again. his figure was just normally sitting there, but i looked at him like a masterpiece. like a form of art that someone might find simple at first glance, but if you observe closely, there's more meaning behind it.

"i don't think i will," he rose a brow at me when i spoke.

and i was no longer scared because this time, i'm sure that it's cupid who shot an arrow at me.

"because i love him."