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.