The challenge was second-person POV. I just had to mess with it. Betaed by Eliza, who suggested the title.

Sometimes, it happens this way.

You're handing out flowers to laughing schoolgirls, thinking about how your sister doesn't laugh now, and why isn't he at least looking at you? You dressed up just for him. Disgusted, you wait for Kimiko to pay for the damn flowers already. She's so obvious, so desperate.

You're not interested in any of them, young and spiritless, not like her. They're all so young, were you ever that young and that pretty? You're not pretty, that's what Yohji--

You're struck, hard.

"Pull back, Schuldig," you say.

Not hard enough. You knock yourself out.

~END~