Mitsuki's story Third part.

 

She was tired and overworked. She took several weeks engrossed in their studies and their projects, besides working as a teacher at a school in the afternoons and evenings still working. What was intended with such exertion?
No money was missing, since his family was well off, so working was not vital, in terms of the studies she was sufficiently able to make rather little and get a lot. So, why all that burden, all that stress? All she wanted was to stay busy; to have always something in mind, to be distracted for her mind not to go to ... Toshiro. That incident after almost over a month was still making her feel uneasy. Every time she thought of him, she became so irritated. Why the hell she could not forget the great asshole that? The answer was obvious: she loved him. The funny part is that she could not hate him, neither he nor the woman for whom he left her. It was not in her nature to hate; Mitsuki had never hated anyone and never would. She wanted, she really wanted to dump his anger on him, he had destroyed her, he had shattered her heart, but it was impossible for her to hate him, which was even more frustrating. To make matters worse, Mitsuki was lonely, her parents had gone abroad on business and wouldn’t soon return; among her friends, since Ryoko had a boyfriend she didn’t hang out with her so much, but Mitsuki was glad that her friend was happy, and Shizu was all the day with a band that she had and was always rehearsing. Despite her open character, Mitsuki not used to have many friends, so she always depended on his parents or her two best friends and now they weren’t there and she did not have anyone to be with.

That night, trying to escape a little of all the feelings that overwhelm her again and become distracted from all the work, she decided to go for a walk. She knew exactly where she wanted to go. She removed her glasses, went to the bathroom to clear the face, grabbed the iPod and left the house. She hadn’t went for a walk at night for since long ago, even though she loved to walk the streets without being crowded, humming songs without thinking of nothing but the harmony of the tune that was being played. It was 11 on a Wednesday so there weren’t many people roaming the streets. She liked the atmosphere that was rather quiet and although it was cold and it was in early January, it felt good. In one of the streets turned to the right and she went down on a slope. It was a special place, where she liked to go to relax. Her grandfather, God rest his soul, went with her to that place when she was a child, they played, they eat snacks and the old man tell her stories about fantasy worlds that Mitsuki, then, was passionate about. When she arrived she sat on the bench that faced the pond. It was rare that there was a pond in the middle of a city, but that she liked it. In addition, few people knew it, so the place was very quiet. She brought up many happy memories. Every time she went to that place she felt like her grandfather gave her strength, like taking care of her.

She closed her eyes and tried to remember some happy moments of his life, moments that would make her draw a smile on her lips. The music she was listening helped this "exercise". She finished laughing alone in the middle of that paradise. She opened her eyes and being quiet and relaxed, letting the last laugh come out, she stood up ready to go home. After making few steps she peered at a couple walking toward her. At first she could see the faces of the couple because it was too dark and there was no lantern to illuminate the narrow path. But when they were close enough to see their faces, the expression of Mitsuki changed. To her surprise that who was in front of her were to Toshiro and Nanako. Mitsuki's legs paralyzed, as she was attached to the ground unable to move, even though she wanted was to run away from there with all she had. In that moment, Toshiro looked up and saw her. The silence descended into the darkness of the night. Mitsuki was hallucinating, she could not believe "of all the world's great sites, why this?; this must be the karma, sure; I really do not wanted to step on that cockroach God, but they give me much disgust and you know, I promise not to do it and if I do, I swear I'll make a funeral worthy of a bug, "she thought," and on top, now I'm stuck to the floor, great! I’m having a wonderful day! "Snorted and tried to articulate a greeting to the people who were in front of her:

- H-hi, long time no see - she said making the best of their efforts.
- Mitsuki! Well, what are you doing here at this hour? "Toshiro said amazingly surprised.

Mitsuki only wanted to run; she did not wanted to see them holding hands, she did not wanted to see how happy they were. She wanted to yell at him and put it to the nines in her, but she was not that kind of person, so she breathed deeply, trying to get stronger, and drawing a big smile on his face said with a cheerful and casual tone:

- I’m here to relax myself a bit. I've been very busy these days with projects and stuff, I haven’t had time to go for a walk since quite long time, so since the weather was good tonight, I thought about going out for some fresh air and here I am. – She thought that she couldn’t keep it for more time, so she did her best to sneak - "Well, I see that you two are on a romantic walk and I will not bother, I leave you to continue with your things. Good night and it’s a pleasure to have seen you. Goodbye. – She gave them a wide smile and passed him, heading home.

She thought that the worst part was over until she felt like something gave her a tug and stopped her. She turned around and saw Toshiro taking her hand. Mitsuki's face was a poem. She did not know what was going on. Why he had followed her? What happened to his wife? Then Toshiro let go her hand. His face showed the same degree of astonishment as Mitsuki’s. Puzzled, the girl was about to ask what he was doing there, but Toshiro talked first:

- Sorry. I don’t know why I have done this... it was an impulsive act. - He said surprised about his act.

Mitsuki hesitated a few seconds to react and respond to what he said, but then she realized. It was she who had to put an end to everything. She was the one who had to stop torture of that poor guy who felt guilty about what he had done to her. So it was at that moment when she realized that she had to forget everything and start over again. She’ll left apart that case that was already in the past and begun a new life. Determined, she looked into the boy eyes and said:

- Toshiro, I was very happy all the time we spent together, but you were in love with her and it can’t be avoid. You've done nothing wrong, really, love is something we cannot suppress or avoid, and we just let it flow. I just hope you don’t forget that and that you have a good memory of your past as well as I will. I wish you the best. - gave him a look that convey all the feelings you can imagine, but it was enough.

She turned around again and walked away, but this time her way wasn’t uncertain. She had decided, she would stop torturing and regretting herself. She would wipe the slate clean and she would live happy again. When she had moved away enough to let the dark blur the figure of the boy she heard a cry: "Thank you." Mitsuki stopped, raised his arm in sign of having heard those words, but did not know even if Toshiro reach to see the gesture, and walked on.

The night had turned even colder, and began to rain a little. Among the sea of shadows and solitude that flooded the place, it was drowning the loneliness and sadness of a girl who swore to herself never to succumb to despair, while she raised her eyes to the sky shedding the last tear.

Mitsuki's story second part.

She put on her coat, took the car keys and ran out the door of his flat. Mitsuki was again late for class. After the incident a couple of weeks ago, she could not sleep at night, hardly ate, she was apathetic, unwilling to speak, until she had missed class, which is very rare in Mitsuki because she loved his career and never missed a single class.
As she had left home so late it was much traffic. Mitsuki hated waiting, was quite impatient and if, moreover, added that she was very irritable lately, his mood was even worse.

- Damn it! "Because it always has to be me all the bullshit?" shouted hitting the steering wheel.

When she arrived to class the first hour was already over. When she entered in the class, everyone went out and she met his French teacher.

- Bonjour Mitsuki. "Today, you are late too? This is not normal for you. Have you had any problems lately?" the elderly professor asked.
- No, sir Duvoir.- she bowed her head in shame.
- Are you sure you're okay? You have not been having very good look for a couple of weeks, you should go to the doctor. - advised the kind man who cares for his students, after all, she was one of the best he had.
- I told you I'm fine! - Mitsuki cried in the middle of the classroom.

Mitsuk’s friends were still there waiting for her to end speaking with the teacher and go to say hello and they were totally amazed, like the old man, seeing the reaction of his student. Even Mitsuki was surprised. She looked at the teacher and stammered.

- I'm sorry sir Duvoir.- said apologetically and ran from the classroom.

Her friends came running after her. They catch up her as soon as she sat on a bench of the campus. They sat by her side. She was with her head bowed. Ryoko and Shizu, looked at her, not knowing what to do or say. Then Ryoko asked.

- Mitsu ... Are you okay? Mr Duvoir is right, these days you have seem more dead than alive, you almost never come to class and when you come you are always absent.
- Ryoko, I just yell at my French teacher, so don’t scold me, please. - she said with an ironic tone Mitsuki, looking at her friend out of the corner of one's eye.
- Mitsuki! Stop joking! You're not well. Since the wedding incident…- Shizu covered Ryoko’s mouth.

Mitsuki had a stream of emotions. That horrible day. She cursed that day with all her might. It was because of that that she was bad. She tried to recover, but his head and his heart didn’t allow her. That memory was chasing her everywhere she was.
She looked mad at her friends. She jumped up and blurted.

 - Leave me alone. It’s my problem not yours. If you are not able to not interfere in my business forget me. – she turned and left.

She walked toward the car, thinking why she had gone to school today. She knew she was late and yet she had run to get there. Nothing went right. Then she began to remember the damn day that changed her life, which broke her heart. She thought how ironic it was that one of the few times that Toshiro had invited her to dinner in a restaurant as elegant as that (those ones where seemed that you were going to lose your appetite as soon they show you the wine list) was to give the worst news of all. She was excited because she thought he had to say something important. The night before, when he called her to arrange the meet for the next day, she was very, very nervous, till the point that she spent all the night with millions of ideas of marriage on her head. She couldn’t sleep that night because she was so excited. Unfortunately for her, he would not propose, far from it. When the restaurant, Toshiro handed her a purple card with she was surprised. It was an invitation to a wedding.

- How about this? Who marries? - Mitsuki asked, puzzled, as she took in his hands the lovely invitation. She couldn’t help to draw a smile on her face, she liked these celebrations.

- You see Mitsuki ... god, I don’t know how to tell you this. - Toshiro clenched his fists and lowered his gaze. Whatever he had to say seemed that it was becoming very difficult

- Come on, drop it, weddings are always a great thing and I love this type of event, the wedding dresses are always so beautiful, the food is so good and when people get to dance in the middle of all is so funny. - She had the gift to fantasize with everything, she couldn’t help it.

- Mitsuki, I’m getting married. –he said.

The smile she had disappeared instantly. She felt as her heart had stopped. She tried considering the words she just had heard, just in case she had misunderstood, but no, she had heard perfectly. He was getting married. How was that he was getting married? More importantly, with whom he would marry if she had not been proposed. Endless sensations flooded her head, she was trying to organize the ideas, calm down and try to articulate some word.

- What the hell are saying? - Words left his mouth in a slight lisp, but he could hear it perfectly.
- Do you remember my ex girlfriend, Nanako, right? About a year ago she contacted me and told that she wanted to meet me to chat. Toshiro's voice volume was going down more and more - And one thing led to another, until we started to see each other more often. I thought that I did not feel anything for her anymore and that we were just friends ... but it wasn’t like that.

- You have been cheating on me for a year, secretly seeing her? "Mitsuki looked at the man in front and although she felt the overwhelming desire to hate him, to take him and hit a few well-placed punches, she could not hate him, she loved him too much.

- I am very sorry; really, it was not my intention to hurt you. I didn’t know how to tell you not to hurt you. I know that it won’t be easy to forgive me, I doubt that one day you will forgive me, but I cannot help what I feel about her, I love her.- he said without looking at the girl's eyes.

She was powerless to react, she cannot yell or hit, made Mitsuki wanted to mourn, but she endured it, not wanting to be seem more pathetic than it already was. The frustration that this caused to her made that she started laughing. When avoided mourn, Mitsuki laughed. It was a laugh that she could not control, she could not stop laughing once started.
In front of that reaction, Toshiro, stunned, stood up and stared as she was laughing at him, and said:

- Be happy Mitsuki. - He turned and left.

 

Without realizing it, she had reached the car and was already seated inside. She tried to clear his mind of that awful memory, looked straight ahead, took a deep breath and she prepared herself to drive as fast as possible without any destination, until she managed to calm down or who knows ... until her suffering was over.