Man, this girl. “I don’t know. The slight defensiveness, the attacks, the obvious mentions of me leaving for someone else.” It wasn’t easy to really say. “I don’t want you to suffer over this, ‘cuz really you have been. For how long? I don’t know.”
“I…try to be good enough for you. And it might just be because of where I was raised or who you are, but I’m not sure if I can. I want to be by your side, and I’ll be whoever you want me to be. An acquaintance, a friend, a lover, an officer, anything that’ll make you happy. I don’t care.”
He sighed, “in reality I don’t think it really struck how I was, until Berthier came around all upset. And I went to fix things because of that. It was just sudden.”
“You don’t have to leave, and I don’t have to be away from your side, but don’t stress yourself over someone like me,” he’s told her before with his previous rejections: she doesn’t want a person like him.
Hikari bit her lip again. He was misunderstanding things. Or so she thought. He really wasn’t the cause of her stresses.. It was more of that learning what he did with Berthier before they had gotten together and then have the nagging mysterious voice almost manipulate her into believing his alleged infidelity.
Her eyebrows furrowed in disagreement. “What makes you think you’re not good enough for me? Because of your past or where you come from? Regardless of that. Don’t you think I’ve already accepted you for who you are—since the beginning?”
Her hands rose to cup his face, slightly smiling. Her eyes held so much adoration for the man. All this time, she was worried about not deserving him.. and he was feeling the same with himself.
“I didn’t know I was supposed to hold such high standards when it came to the matters of the heart. No. That’s not how I see and feel things. I’m fine with who you are. Never expected to end up with a person who is perfect.. I don’t find that true to me. I love how you are.. and I’m grateful for the way you treat me.. even if you don’t fully confide in me about certain things.” Hikari gently sighed.
“But your imperfections are what make you perfect to me—and that’s good enough.” Oh, the irony. “I was stressed over not being the one for you. I doubted myself. Not you. I just thought I wasn’t good enough..for you. I thought I was adding more to your problems. Guess we have a similar way of thinking.” She laughed lightly.