Aquarium
(A.K.A. Oh Fuck KSG Is Going To Massacre Me)
 
        "I wonder what they think about." She said.
 
        Dozens of fish glided by from behind the glass going
every which way. Some fast, some slow, colours of all sorts,
it was like a painting come to life. Maybe that's why she
wanted to come here. Always looking for inspiration, Rin
gazed upon the assortment of life bustling about in the
water. It was hard to tell if she was still conscious; she
rarely moved or even blinked when she was focused. Her auburn
hair rested gently upon her shoulders. It had grown a bit
since the exhibition, but her blank expression was the same
as it ever was. Olive green eyes had a dead lock on the
aquarium exhibit we had stopped at next.
 
        "Good question," I replied. "Maybe nothing at all.
They don't look too busy."
 
        Rin didn't look satisfied with this answer. "But
don't they get bored of the same bit of coral they always
hazve to swim by? Maybe one of them wants to break out and
see the other exhibits."
 
        "I don't think they worry about it too much, as long
as the food magically comes from the sky." I had gotten
better at responding to Rin's unorthodox statements, but they
still threw me for a loop now and then. Nevertheless, Rin
seemed to have dismissed the thought. She took a seat at one
of the benches scattered about, and I joined her. Not once
did she break eye contact with a blue fish that was idling
around in the tank in front of us. I could see her foot
fidgeting. She was imagining painting the fish, most likely.
 
        "It's a calming sight, isn't it?" I said quietly.
 
        "Not now," she responded curtly, "I have it."
 
        I let her go about her business. She wasn't being
rude, she was just being Rin, and that was one of the things
I loved most about her. There was not a girl like Rin, that
much I'd put my life on. I took a look around the aquarium
myself; various tanks had groups of people surrounding them,
cameras were flashing here and there, conversations filled
the air. Rin was zoned out, oblivious to everything except
the fish, which had not moved much more than a couple inches.
We've been together for some time now, and yet I still can't
quite decipher her. She is an enigma, and most people would
likely give up on trying to solve the mystery that is Rin.
       
        It's what attracts me to her most though; I want to
learn about her, I want to understand her. The things she
says make my head spin sometimes, but little by little I feel
as though I'm learning her language. The fish float by as I
feel myself staring as hard at the tank in front of us as
Rin. It's a calming sight, the conversations around me slowly
fading as my surroundings are slowly enveloped in darkness.
There is nothing but me, my thoughts and the water before me.
And Rin. There is always Rin. I am not looking at her, nor am
I speaking to her. But we are together, we are connected on a
level beyond physical contact. This is love, I think. Maybe
someday I'll know if clouds taste like snails.