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Topic Started: Mar 19 2014, 07:02 PM (244 Views)
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As Matsuba Kijimuta passed away just after sunset, Machi and Yuki proceeded to make arrangements to keep his passing on the down low, at least until she was able to put the situation together in the following morning, at which point she planned to conduct a press conference so to detail the event to Japan.

Many commented it was downright creepy how calm the blonde seem to be, given her father's death.

After ensuring the event was kept under wraps and seeing the body off to the morgue, the pair returned to their home, proceeding to handle a few issues, among which a battle plan so to keep the incoming attention safely at bay, as well as agreeing to break their engagement, and writing down the speech to be used in the following morning. In the afternoon, they planned to take care of the wake, as well as funeral matters.

However, late that night, they were exhausted. Yuki retired for the night, as did Machi. Wanting to put a few documents away at her desk, she took the opportunity to sit down and check Bedlam on her laptop, in quite the dull manner.

If she was free... Why wasn't it good enough?

What was missing?

That question kept hammering away in her head ever since Matsuba flatlined. Leaning back on the chair, Machi's gaze fell on a carefully folded envelope. It was addressed to her best friend, but was never delivered.

She recalled when she first wrote it - the same day the exam results came out. She didn't have the courage to tell Hanako about her departure, thus put it on paper instead.

But it wouldn't be needed anymore, would it?

Her fingers traced the calligraphy of the envelope, before she decided to finally open it and reread the characters born from ink, pain, and tears. There were a few here and there of the latter one, certainly.

To Hanako Ito
 
I hope this note finds you well. Perhaps it is odd of me to leave such a thing with your sister, as I can reach you directly; however, once hearing of your vacation plans, I decided against it, not wishing to ruin them at all. Besides, I wish for my last memory of you to have a bright smile in it.

Maybe you have noticed already that when you're reading this, I am already gone. I have failed to inform you that my wedding is to occur in the 29th, and I depart immediately after to Kyoto. Coincidentally, that is the day you make your trip back, however, we should miss each other entirely.

Given that my school transfer papers are being taken care of, it is safe to say that I will not be back.

This makes me no more than a hypocrite. Back when there was a considerable danger of you leaving, I confess that part of me didn't want to accept the fact you were leaving all of us in favor of your boyfriend. However, with this experience, I can say I understand, and I find myself in the exact same situation.

I have to leave, or someone I cherish gets hurt.

You took on a complete honesty policy the day you imparted the news to me, so, as of time of this writing, I choose to do the same with you, even though I won't be present when the given time comes.

The exact reason of me ever agreeing to this marriage was that I was blackmailed by my father to do so. I know you've heard Shou-kun's story. My father heard of this as well, found the location of his siblings, and proceeded to threaten his life in case I didn't agree to the engagement. I have no choice but to leave you and everyone behind if I want him to live.

Perhaps this is for the best. Part of my own honesty policy is admitting to my own mistakes - the main one being that I betrayed Shou-kun's trust, and underwent a small indiscretion with Alan-kun, which was quickly found out.

Recalling past events, including their altercation, I conclude my presence - at least in a romantic sense - is toxic. I've hurt them both very much, as well as myself in consequence. Calling myself a martyr is quite arrogant, but I willingly choose to do this for their sake, so the last memory they have of my actions being one of care, rather than chaos.

However, for as much as I'd like to be capable to do, I cannot stay fully away.

Out of anyone in Nagashima I'd ever drop anything to come back for if necessary, you're the one who fits the bill, as they say. I need you to know that, despite everything, you're the best friend I will ever have, and no matter the distance, you can count on me to drop everything and come running if something urgent happens, so please, don't be afraid to confide in me.

I will have the same number, as well as browse Bedlam in my (limited) free time, so you can reach me through there.

Hugs from an estranged friend who loves you very much,

Machi Kijimuta

PS: Can you check up on Matori? I'm scared Shou-kun might accidentally poison it, he's no good with food.


I conclude my presence - at least in a romantic sense - is toxic.

Machi focused a great deal of her attention in that simple phrase. The moment Matsuba died, a fleeting thought went through her mind, it being that she was finally free; she could finally go to Shou. However, there was so much to deal with that it got buried under signatures and speech writing.

But in hindsight, that was a terrible idea, wasn't it? Her track record consisted in heartbreaks, underage drinking, severe injuries, cheating, and blackmailing.

She had done more harm than good.

And you will keep doing it. Over, and over, and over...

"No..."

It was no more than a whisper, but it was whatever little fight was left in her that late in the day. The high of victory was gone, and all that was left was the dreadful realization of how catastrophic her actions had been without her realizing it.

It had to stop.

The girl got up, clutching the letter with her right hand, and left her room, quickly jogging downstairs towards the living room area, and the still active fireplace for occasional staff use, as she had permitted such a thing. Without giving it much thought as the letter was now worthless in purpose, she tossed it in, and watched it burn, while reaching a conclusion in her mind.

She was toxic.

It brought her a great ache, but it was something she had to endure - the price of freedom, perhaps? She would stay out of Shou's and Alan's life, and never engage in anything remotely serious relationship wise aside from her dear best friend.

Maybe then she would stop damaging so many...
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