Tiane POV

Recently, there is this girl that makes me mad.

The best word to describe her would be… cute. While not a beauty, she is not bad at all. Her appearance gives a sense of comfort too.

Her personality enhances the feeling her body gives. She looks meek at first sight, although if you observe her a little you will notice she is simply quiet, giving her a mysterious feel. She seems quite shy too, and doesn’t easily approach anyone.

But despite having those looks she doesn’t leave a weak impression. She is overall very lovely, one could say.

Allied to that, she has no one backing her. People that look at her will think she is easy to bully. And that’s what puts her in a precarious position.

She always ignores whatever happens around her. If she ever attracts the attention of people who won’t bully her for her faults, but simply because they can, I wonder how she would deal with it. Or if someone ever takes her side, what would they do?

It’s very interesting.

It’s interesting and yet… It fells wrong.

I don’t care if she is a good or a bad person, I would hate it all the same. Either her behavior is faked or honest that would not change a thing.

It’s as if… she could effortlessly take everything I own. She makes my heart scream in danger. I can see it. It’s like she could be everything I don’t want her to. I can see it so well.

Can other people not see the signs? Can’t they predict as much from looking at other human being? I wonder why…

Sometimes I wonder if what I’m seeing is my own demise. Or am I simply looking at my own fears and projections?

Maybe I can’t tell anymore.

Maybe I can tell all too well.

Maybe the answer is in the in between…?

It pisses me off, it truly pisses me off. She pisses me off.

That is why I need to observe her.

But that girl… every time she acted out of my expectations.

I could not predict her behavior.

She does nothing of note and simply keeps to herself.

If she notices my eyes on her she shrinks back. It’s not like she is completely unfazed, at least.

The girls who are always with me are alert, but find no fault in her either. They tell me when they know someone important approaches her. But then the story stops there.

No matter how much I look, I cannot comprehend what she is doing.

And yet, I keep observing her. Have I found some form of entertainment in that?

Today I got to observe her from up close. The girl I thought was soft and kind always attacked viciously and precisely.

I understand my first impression of her was very off the mark.

It’s interesting, so very interesting.

Christine jumps from my arms to the ground and moves around. Well, its fine, she won’t go that far away from me anyway.

My eyes widen to what I see next. Christine goes to that girl, Sophia, and rubs her face against Sophia’s leg. I love and know that cat very well. She lets herself be picked by anyone, but normally wouldn’t approach a stranger, much less give them affections.

My cat, that I considered dead or lost forever, is back, in perfect health, completely clean.

I could say that… No, but that’s impossible. It could never be.

Why? Why must she enrage me this much?

I get up and I approach that girl. My conflict is hidden behind a façade, my steps are unhurried and my behavior is nothing short of perfection. The girls that were with me simply exchange glances and follow behind me.

A girl like her will misbehave eventually, but that’s alright; if she ever forgets her place I will remind her…

“Sophia.”

… So I must keep her in check.

“I will be on your group from now on. I thought I would let you know.”

After I declare so she made an utterly stupid face. Her shock was just as expected. That’s right, she should move on the palm of my hand more often. Act inside my expectation.

Is that how it should be…?