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| Natscookie | Mar 19 2014, 07:02 PM Post #1 |
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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.
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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