Bah...Made Mistakes...
Alright so here we go again. Next chapter of Eighteen Months...Hope I did this right...previously from September...here is
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October
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It was raining. She had made a special gift, boxed and wrapped in the best manner possible. It was not gaudy, but it was to her best effort. She held a small black umbrella in one hand. The present was safely resting in the crook of her other elbow. She wore her usual casual clothes, but took some time to apply a light amount of powder on her face and a bit of clear lipgloss.
Her feet splashed the puddles. Her heart was racing as much as she allowed it to. She stopped by a corner to peek out to his favorite eating spot. The smell of ramen lingered at each dropping raindrop.
Her eyes widened to see another girl beside him. They were sharing a bowl, laughing, cracking jokes. They were having a good time. His other friends were there as well, celebrating with shots of sake and shouts of jubilation. He downed a bit of drink, and then leaned in to touch lips with the girl sitting beside him. The friends cheered. It was his birthday.
She was not sure if it was the rain or her eyes, but she hastily turned her head to prevent her heart from shattering.
Her head down now, she ran quickly back and was so overwhelmed with emotion that everything her hands held dropped. The umbrella fell to a puddle along with the gift, sunken into the darkness of its reflection.
He greeted her while she came through the same compound doors. He was about to head home from a training session with her father.
How did it go? You’re home early. He told her, but suddenly noticed her downcast face, her body soaked in rain. Her hands were wrung, pale, white almost. She didn’t answer, but somehow he already knew what she would say if she had the heart to. He does not press on the subject, and met her with a glance of understanding.
He loosened his shoulders and took off his haori, a dark drape that he has been wearing since he came of age. He is not cold, and he has been under the rooftops, dry and untouched. This is only a small gesture he can offer to her.
She is not sure what had happened. She is almost in shock. They sit at the edge of a platform, the rain pouring in buckets before them.
His hands reach out to touch her, smoothing the black haori over her shoulders to keep her from trembling to sickness. He does not embrace her, but his hands were warm and welcoming. He continues to run his hand on her body, generating heat. Trying to do what he failed to do for so many years.
This time I’ll make you some tea. He told her.
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