Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
He bribed the building’s landlord to let him in and barely managed to wait until the guy had left when he started knocking on the door. “Senpai, it’s me.”
But only silence answered him, and his gut was telling him—-
No.
No.
No.
Yuki glanced at the lock on the door. Nothing digital, just something basic that required a key.
Good.
It took three strategically placed kicks, and the door broke open.
“Senpai?”
He stepped into the brightly lit room, and the first thing he saw was the welcome banner still taped to the wall. It was heart-wrenchingly beautiful, every damn inch hand-painted—-
And Yuki started struggling to breathe.
His gaze slid down to the small round table. There were several bento boxes still left unopened, but there were also empty boxes on the trash.
Three empty boxes, three unopened ones.
Meals that she had eaten alone, and meals that she had hoped he would enjoy with her—-
Ah God.
He didn’t even have to close his eyes to picture how she looked—-
Waiting for him—-
And even though a part of her had to know that he wouldn’t come—-
He knew she had still waited for him.
Because the girl he loved...was that kind of girl.
Strong enough to love him fearlessly—-
Strong enough to believe in him even though he had given her every reason not to—-
And strong enough to leave...because he couldn’t do it himself.
His throat convulsed.
Gomen. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.
He took his phone out, and Vivi Anderson answered on the first ring. “I know you hate my guts,” he said quietly, “and you should. But all I want to know is if she’s safe with you.”
“She is, and if you’re thinking of looking for us, don’t bother.”
Katerina’s roommate ended the call right after.
Yuki drew an uneven breath. Every damn cell inside of him was in agony, everything in him wanting to see her, but he also knew that Vivi Anderson wasn't the type to bluff.
His body felt heavy as he sat down on the table, and his hands shook as he reached for one bento box. He took a new pair of chopsticks, broke it into two, and opened the box.
“Itadakimasu.”
The word echoed hollowly in the unit, and the sound nearly killed him because he knew...she was just the type to have done the same thing.
Yuki slowly began to eat.
“Gochisosama deshita.”
The words fell bleakly from his lips as he put the empty box and reached for the next one.
And the cycle started again.
Itadakimasu.
Gochisosama deshita.
He didn’t want a single thing she worked on wasted—-
Didn’t want to think it was too late—-
Because if he did—-
He would be the weak one now.
Word of the Day: Lolicon, n.
The Japanese term for ‘Lolita complex’ and refers to a person’s sexual attraction to young or underage girls.
It may also refer to any medium of art that primarily focuses on suggestive or erotic depictions of underage girls.
Blog #768
I’m an expert on gods of heartbreak. I’ve had my heart broken by gods (well, one god) more times than I wish, and each time is different. This last one, though - it takes the cake. It really does, mostly because I know he hadn’t even wanted it to happen. He only ended up breaking my heart because he loved me so much, and he thought he was doing the right thing all this time.
It doesn’t make the pain any less worse, but at least it means we don’t have a reason to hate each other. Maybe one day we could be even Ben and Jen (Garner, not Lopez). I still have high hopes for that.
Maybe we might even get back together one day.
Maybe.
If there’s something new I’ve learned from this, then it’s that anything can happen.
So I’m definitely not closing any doors.
But for now I think it’s better this way.
The way he loves me is like...the kind of music that I can’t dance to. Not because it’s bad or hurtful or anything like that. It’s just that...the kind of music he’s playing won’t ever let me get close, like I want to slow-dance, but he has Marilyn Manson on loop, and I can’t handle that.
I love him. So I want to be the closest person to him. And I know he loves me, too, but – he wants to love me with limits. He wants me to love him with limits.
But love isn’t love if there are limits.
Love is supposed to be...
Infinite.
“AND LASTLY, THIS IS the university hall.” It felt strangely surreal to conduct a tour of Tsubaki when just some months ago, it was Vivi giving me one. “It’s a mini-mall and town plaza all rolled into one.” She found herself even quoting her roommate almost word for word, which made things even more surreal. “There are restaurants and shops, and the third floor has several exhibition rooms which students can book for free, provided it’s for a school-sanctioned event.”
“Interesting.”
And of course, the man standing next to her was the most surreal thing of all.