Hatsune Miku - Karakuri Pierrot
"So now I gave up waiting for you here because I'll just be breaking down. Right, I'm the pierrot you wish for so move me however you want."'I'm the clown here, always making up jokes, aren't I? Is that why you don't believe when I'm telling the truth? Am I not sincere enough? Am I not believable enough…?'
I wait on the airport, giddy and jumpy, watching the times flash on the big screens in front of me. Jerome's flight is landing in few minutes.
I'm so excited to see him again! It's been what… a month, maybe? I miss his smile, I miss hugging him, I just miss him greatly.
It's weird. He probably didn't think about me as much as I did about him, he probably isn't as excited as I am, he probably wouldn't even care if we hadn't seen each other for longer.
'Flight 572 in landing, please prepare for boarding,' comes from the megaphones, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I check my phone, to see if he hadn't called or texted, but he hadn't. I put the phone back into my pocket, tapping my foot as I watch the plane descend. It landed, coming to a stop.
The door opened, people slowly pouring out.
I could see him there, dressed in a simple plaid shirt and jeans.
My heart starts beating frantically and I run to him. Without thinking, I hug him tightly.
"I missed you," I mumble almost unconsciously.
"I missed you too, buddy," he says and I pull away, masking the twinge of pain with a smile.
"No one touches my Jerome!" I yell out as I click furiously, sending a person to their death in the Hunger games.
I hear laughter from my headphones, Jerome's voice smooth and captivating to my ears.
"Hashtag Merome!" he says.
I can't help but laugh, holding back the sob bubbling out of my throat.
I sit in front of my computer, hands resting on the keyboard.
I reread the message I've typed over and over, but I can't bring myself to hit enter.
He's…
He's gonna make a joke out of it again. Like post it onto Twitter or something with his favorite '#Merome'.
I whimper pathetically. The words taunt me, making me angrier and angrier at myself. I hold the backspace key, erasing my admit while shaking my head.
I can feel hot saltiness spring out, burning on my cheeks.
I can't do it.
I can't take the jokes anymore.
I can't take these feelings anymore.
I don't want to be a clown anymore.
I don't want to make jokes.
I don't want to…
I just…
But…
He wouldn't believe me anyway, so what's the point?