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A/N: Apologies for the bad english as it is not my first language.
“Hello.”
“Hello there, who are you again?”
“I’m Yamamoto Sayaka. My secretary, Akari, told me to meet you here.” Sayaka extended her hand.
“Watanabe Miyuki. I thought Akari was the one meeting me here?”
“Supposedly, yes. But she told me to meet you here. I arranged for her to meet with our other client. They are first-time clients, so I needed her for our company's image.” Sayaka took a seat and placed her case on the table.
"So, you are the boss?"
"You could say that."
"Sorry for being rude earlier."
“You were not rude at all. No worries. Anyway, these are the files you requested. We still want your tender and are working on resolving the issues we encountered before.” Sayaka handed the files to Miyuki, who began reviewing them thoroughly. Akari and Miyuki were best friends who had inadvertently become each other’s clients. Whenever their bosses needed materials, they always had each other's back.
"Waiter, could I get an iced coffee, please?"
"I didn't expect a girl like you to like iced coffee."
"What makes you think that?" Sayaka raised her eyebrows.
Miyuki looked her over while continuing to review the files.
"A stoic person like you?"
"There's nothing wrong with having a soft side."
Miyuki chuckled.
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"Can I get your number?"
Sayaka glanced back at the bubbly girl.
"My number? For what?"
"It's easier to discuss things over the phone than to meet every week. Akarin is always busy, so I can't discuss this with her." Miyuki handed her phone to Sayaka, who exchanged hers to input her number.
"Done. Do you want to meet next week?" Sayaka asked.
"Nope, now that I have your number, no need."
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"Hey, Milky."
"Hmm?"
Sayaka hesitated, still pondering her words.
"What is it, Sayanee?"
"Can you follow me for a moment?" Grabbing Miyuki's hand, Sayaka led her to the nearest park on a cold fall day in Osaka. They sat on the closest bench, and with a tight grasp on Miyuki's hand, they stared into each other's eyes.
"I know we just met two months ago, but I think I like you."
The world seemed to stand still. Miyuki's eyes widened as she struggled to breathe, speechless after hearing Sayaka's confession. A drop of sweat formed on Sayaka's forehead as she waited for Miyuki's response.
Minutes passed, and thoughts of rejection crept into Sayaka's mind. Just as she felt her muscles tensing, Miyuki leaned in and kissed her. It took Sayaka a few seconds to register the situation, but she responded in kind. Pulling Miyuki close, she wrapped her arms around her waist, feeling a hand cupping her cheek and tracing her jawline. Sayaka was relieved their feelings were mutual. They parted, their breaths mingling in the cool night air.
"What's next?" Miyuki asked, pressing their foreheads together.
"Girlfriends?" Sayaka suggested, feeling their hot breaths on their skin.
"Well, I guess there is none" Miyuki giggled.
"I don't know why, but I like it." With a snicker, they ended the day with love on their lips.
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"Sayaka! This is a lot! I told you not to spend money on me!" Miyuki texted after a bunch of delivery boxes arrived at her house. AGAIN. She heard a ding and checked her phone.
"Baby, I just want to show you my love. It doesn't hurt to see you smiling! Plus, didn't you say you wanted that expensive bag? I got it for you!"
Miyuki examined the expensive logo on the box. She opened it and realized her girlfriend wasn't lying.
"Holy shit, I forgot she's rich," she muttered, admiring the possession. She dialed a familiar number and waited for it to be picked up.
"Baby, thank you for these," she said, feeling overwhelmed by the gifts. They were still new in the relationship, yet she received all the presents everyone wished for.
"Milky, honey, listen. These are nothing compared to what you gave me. You gave me love, and that's what I'm always grateful for."
"I've never received things like these before."
"Not even from your exes?"
"No, they were terrible."
"Well, I can be better than them. Honey, I need to go. I have a meeting in a few minutes. I'll call you soon. I love you, baby." a smooch sound making Miyuki laugh.
"Good luck with the meeting! Bye."
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"Baby, are you alright?" Miyuki asked, taking a seat beside her girlfriend. She brushed Sayaka's hair out of the way, searching for the problem. Sayaka had been silent all day, perplexing Miyuki.
"Baby..." Miyuki cupped Sayaka's face, making her look up. Sayaka pouted, her eyes meeting Miyuki's. Miyuki kissed her, squealing at her girlfriend's cuteness.
"Where did you go last night?"
"I went out with my friends. What's wrong?" Sayaka's voice was unsteady, the words rushed and unconvincing.
"Where did you go?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"We've lived together for three months, yet I can count how many times you've been here when I wake up," Sayaka whined. She heard a sniff from beside her.
"I didn't know you were this lonely. I shouldn't have gone out while you were here alone." Wiping away Miyuki's tears, Sayaka hugged her, reassuring her that she wanted her there.
"Milky, I mean it. I'm lonely in this house, especially in the mornings. You always prepared me lunchboxes, but these past few weeks, you haven't done that at all."
"Honey, I've been busy with my new manager breathing down my neck, and I had to meet my coworkers outside of work hours. Even last night was for work purposes. You're overthinking, baby." Miyuki rested her head on Sayaka's chest, her hand on her cheek.
"Who are your coworkers?"
"Akarin and Nana. You told your secretary to finish the tender, right?"
Sayaka sighed in relief, recognizing the names. "Fine, what's for dinner?"
"Uhmm... what about oyakodon?"
"Perfect."
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"Fucking hell, Sayaka! This is the fifth time this week!" Miyuki exclaimed, slumping her drunk girlfriend onto the bed after picking her up from the club for the umpteenth time in three weeks. The older girl's mind was preoccupied with work, especially when shareholders disagreed on key decisions and threatened to leave. Investors doubted her company's marketing, making her think only alcohol could temporarily solve her problems.
Sayaka smirked with hiccups interrupting her. "Gi-girl, chill. It's not li-like I don't co-come home a-at all. I g-g-gotcha on my mah back!" She sniffed
Miyuki's neck and pampered it with little kisses. "D-don't worry m-my sweet girl, I can give you anything you want, no matter the price."
Feeling uncomfortable, Miyuki pushed her lightly. "You reek of alcohol and sweat. Wake the fuck up! I can't keep doing this while seeing you with a girl touching you in the club! The last time I kicked her ass, I got a warning!"
"Oh b-baby, you're a fuzzy kid, aren't you? It's because of your tiresome thoughts you entertain. No girl can take your place here," Sayaka said, holding Miyuki's hand to her chest.
"Yamamoto Sayaka, you-" Miyuki's sentence was cut off as she was pinned against the wall, one hand above her head. A fiery kiss echoed in the room. Her body was moved to the bathroom while she tried to resist the power of Sayaka's hands.
"Wash me up then?"
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MW ♥
"Honey! Look at this dress!"
"It's pretty. What about it?"
"I saw this while walking around the mall, and it is sooo cute. Imagine if I had the money to buy it. I would look fabulous!" "Also, the materials are imported from Europe! I tried it, and it was so comfortable! I can even run in it!"
"But don't you have the money?"
"Yeah, duh, I spent it on a girls' day last week, remember? *sigh* If only I could wear this dress while walking around with you..."
"Fine, how much is it?"
"Sayaka, you don't have to do this, you know..."
"It's fine, as long as my girl is happy."
"Yayyy, thank you, honey!"
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The couch seemed like a good place for the couple to make out. Rustling fabric, hands tousled their clothes, and breaths huffed into each other's mouths passionately. A stain of lipstick on Miyuki's lips made her furrow her eyebrows. She contacted Sayaka's eyes while gasping for air.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't like the taste of this lipstick." Sayaka removed the stain from her lips.
"Why? You know this is my favorite one." Miyuki leaned in to kiss, but Sayaka gently pushed her back.
"It tastes funky now, maybe because of the chemicals in it."
"But you were always okay with it." Sayaka pouted.
"Now I'm not. Change your lipstick or no kisses for you again." With a sigh, Sayaka got off Miyuki and went to wash her makeup off, putting lip balm on. She looked at her favourite old lipstick for the last time, she had to throw it away in the bin.
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"Miyuki, what the hell is this?"
Miyuki noticed her girlfriend holding her wrist tight when she was about to get up to get some tea. Looking into her eyes, she knew Sayaka demanded an explanation after being caught red-handed by her coworker who saw her with a guy in a cafe. Someone had sent her girlfriend a picture as proof.
"It's not what you think, Sayaka," Miyuki said, her voice trembling slightly.
"Then what is it, Miyuki? Because it looks like you're cheating on me," Sayaka replied, her voice cracking with emotion.
"No, Sayaka, it's not like that. He's just a friend, a colleague. We were discussing a project."
"Why didn't you tell me about it?" Sayaka's grip loosened, but her eyes were still filled with hurt.
"I didn't think it was a big deal. I didn't want to worry you with something so insignificant," Miyuki explained, tears welling up in her eyes.
Sayaka sighed deeply, letting go of Miyuki's wrist and running a hand through her hair. "Miyuki, you know how much I trust you. But seeing this... it hurts. It makes me question everything."
"Sayaka, please," Miyuki implored, stepping closer. "You have to believe me. I would never do something like that to you. To us."
"How can I believe you when you didn't even think to mention it?" Sayaka's voice was pained, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "You know how much I hate secrets, Miyuki."
Miyuki's heart broke seeing the hurt in Sayaka's eyes. "I know, Sayaka, and I'm so sorry. I should have been more open with you," she said, taking Sayaka's hands in hers. "Please believe me. I love you and only you."
Sayaka looked into Miyuki's eyes, searching for the truth. "Why didn't you tell me, Miyuki?" she asked, her voice softer now, tinged with desperation. "Do you have any idea what it felt like, seeing that picture and not knowing what to think?"
"I didn't want to worry you over something so trivial," Miyuki whispered, her own tears falling now. "It was just a work meeting, Sayaka. Nothing more."
"Then why does it hurt so much?" Sayaka's voice broke, and she looked away, trying to compose herself. "I don't know how to move past this."
"Sayaka," Miyuki said, her voice firm yet gentle, "who else'll get your world, if not me? Who else knows you like I do, loves you like I do?"
Sayaka's breath hitched at Miyuki's words. She knew there was truth in them, but the pain and doubt were still too fresh. "I need some time to think," she said quietly, pulling her hands away from Miyuki's and turning to leave the room.
Miyuki stood there, watching Sayaka's retreating figure, her heart aching with the weight of their unresolved emotions. She wanted to run after her, to hold her and promise that everything would be alright, but she knew Sayaka needed space.
As Sayaka walked away, she felt a storm of emotions raging inside her. She loved Miyuki deeply, but the trust between them had been shaken. She needed time to sort through her feelings, to decide if they could rebuild what had been broken.
---
The days that followed were filled with silence and tension. Sayaka and Miyuki barely spoke, each lost in their own thoughts and fears. Sayaka spent more time at work, avoiding the pain that awaited her at home. Miyuki, on the other hand, found herself drowning in guilt and loneliness.
One evening, Sayaka came home late, the weight of the world on her shoulders. She found Miyuki sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. The room felt heavy with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.
"Sayaka, we need to talk," Miyuki said softly, turning off the TV and looking up at her.
Sayaka sighed, dropping her bag on the floor. "I know."
Miyuki took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. "I can't keep living like this. The silence, the distance... it's killing me." "I don't know what to say, Miyuki. I don't know how to fix this," Sayaka replied with her voice breaking.
"Maybe we can't fix it," Miyuki said, tears streaming down her face. "Maybe we're just too different, too broken." Sayaka's heart shattered at the sight of Miyuki's tears. "Do you want to break up?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"I don't want to, but I don't see another way," Miyuki replied, sobbing. "I love you, Sayaka, but love isn't enough if we can't trust each other." Sayaka felt her own tears welling up. "I love you too, Miyuki. More than anything. But you're right. We can't go on like this."
They sat in silence for a long time, holding each other and crying for what they were about to lose. Finally, Sayaka stood up, pulling Miyuki with her.
"Let's end this before we hurt each other even more," she said, her voice filled with pain. Miyuki nodded, wiping her tears. "It's for the best."
They spent the night packing Miyuki's things, their hearts breaking with every item they put into a box. By morning, Miyuki was ready to leave.
At the door, they shared one last, tearful kiss. "Goodbye, Sayaka," Miyuki whispered.
"Goodbye, Miyuki," Sayaka replied, her voice choked with emotion.
As Miyuki walked away, Sayaka watched her go, feeling like a part of her soul was being ripped away. She knew that this was the right decision, but it didn't make it any less painful.
Sayaka stood there for a long time after Miyuki left, staring at the empty street. The love they once shared had been real, but sometimes, love isn't enough to overcome the challenges life throws at them. As she closed the door, Sayaka knew that she would carry the memory of their love with her forever, even if they couldn't be together.
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As Sayaka sat alone in the café, she tried to process everything that had happened. The café's bustling sounds faded into the background, leaving her in a cocoon of her thoughts. The memories of Miyuki, their love, and the pain they both endured lingered in her mind. It was difficult to let go, but she knew it was necessary for both of their sakes.
Months turned into years, and Sayaka slowly rebuilt her life. She poured herself into her work, climbing the corporate ladder and earning respect in her field. She made new friends, traveled, and even tried dating again. But no matter how much she moved forward, a part of her heart always carried the ghost of her love for Miyuki.
One spring day, as cherry blossoms bloomed and the city was alive with color, Sayaka found herself walking through a park. She paused by a bench, lost in thought, when a familiar voice called out to her.
"Sayanee?" Sayaka turned around to see Akari, her former secretary, now a successful businesswoman in her own right. Akari smiled warmly, and they hugged.
"It's been a while," Akari said, taking a seat beside Sayaka on the bench. "Yeah, it has," Sayaka replied, smiling. "How have you been?"
"Good, good. Busy with work, you know how it is. What about you?"
"Same here. Just... trying to keep moving forward."
Akari nodded, understanding the unspoken weight behind Sayaka's words. "Have you heard from Miyuki?"
Sayaka shook her head. "No, we haven't been in touch. Last I heard, she moved to Tokyo." Akari sighed. "I hope she's doing well. You both went through a lot."
"Yeah," Sayaka said softly. "We did."
As they sat there, enjoying the peacefulness of the park, Sayaka felt a sense of closure settling over her. She had loved deeply and lost, but she had also grown and found strength within herself. The pain had shaped her, but it didn't define her.
Later that evening, back at her apartment, Sayaka received an unexpected message on her phone. It was from Miyuki.
"Hey Sayanee, I hope you're doing well. I just wanted to let you know that I’m getting married next month. I wanted you to hear it from me. I hope you've found happiness too. Take care."
Sayaka stared at the message, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. She felt a pang of sadness, but also a sense of peace. Miyuki was moving on, and it was time for her to do the same.
She typed a response, her fingers trembling slightly. "Congratulations, Milky. I wish you all the happiness in the world. Take care of yourself."
With that, Sayaka put down her phone and looked out the window, watching the city lights twinkle. She knew that life would continue to bring its ups and downs, but she was ready to face whatever came her way. The love she once had with Miyuki would always be a part of her, but it was time to embrace the future and all the possibilities it held.
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The End.
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