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F.Y.I
Chapter 18
Shattered Love
YOSHI POV
December 23 (12.08pm)
I stood at the viewing gallery alone watching the planes taking off and landing. I needed more time to sort out my thoughts before going back to Rika. I needed to be fair to her. I needed to be clear of what I felt towards her and Fujimoto first. A plane’s journey is just like a person’s life. We take off and then explore all the happiness, loneliness, excitement and sadness life offers before we land somewhere. I wondered where I would land. I wondered who I would land with.
I didn’t know that the viewing gallery was such a deserted and quiet place before I came here today to send Maki off. In fact, most of the people sitting around here were catching a nap. I came here to bid farewell to her and hopefully bid farewell to the ugly past.
I pressed my face against the glass panel and my thoughts drifted off to what had happened last evening. It started off with a heavy sense of nostalgia and then love. After Fujimoto’s call, the evening just turned bad as I grew worried for her and Rika became jealous. Of course, the climax arrived when Rika popped the question, “Do you like her?”
It just didn’t feel the same after that dinner. Whenever I thought of Fujimoto after that, the word ‘like’ just popped up in my head like some irritating bug. Before that, what I felt towards her was mainly guilt and maybe friendship but now, from time to time, I started to wonder whether we could have a ‘future’ together. Bad. I shouldn’t be thinking of that.
Whenever I thought of Rika after last evening, I just felt guilty for that horrible evening I had given her and my lack of commitment in our relationship. I mean, I wasn’t that blur. I knew that Rika and I viewed our relationship differently. I was having fun using the pick-up lines on her and touching her. I just enjoyed the fact that we were lovers and there was someone for me to look for on lonely and boring nights.
But she was serious about it. Very serious. That took me almost 7 years to figure that out. Ok, I think I was the ultimate blur queen.
Then my train of thoughts was disrupted when I heard someone running towards me. I turned and I was shocked to see Fujimoto with tears in her eyes sprinting towards me. I mean, if she wanted to speak to me or something, she didn’t have to run as I was rooted to the ground, unmoving. There was no need to run like that.
I smiled in an attempt to conceal the confusing thoughts going through my mind right now and imitated the British by taking off my cap. I greeted her, “Mi-”
Before I could complete my sentence, she pressed her lips against mine and she forced her tongue into my mouth. I was completely shocked. I didn’t know how to react to this. What was she thinking of when she ran up to me and kissed me like that? What was her agenda? Did she like me? No, Miki only loved Aya.
I reciprocated and my tongue ventured in hers. I mean, it was pretty logical for me to that. When a girl as hot and sexy as Miki pounces on you and kisses you, there is no logic in resisting. You will do the same thing that I did. Furthermore, as a matter of fact, I, Yoshizawa Hitomi, enjoyed kissing quite a lot.
I watched her, still wondering what she was up to. Her eyes wandered away from me and she smiled. I knew something was wrong. I turned my head slightly to my left and I saw a panting Aya, standing a distance away, horrified. Her face was literally white and tears ran down her cheeks. Immediately, I tried to pull myself away from her as I realized the implications of what we had just done. It appeared as though Miki had cheated on Aya and I was the accomplice which wasn’t the case at all. We had hurt Aya greatly. Very greatly.
Then, Miki looked at me with those pleading eyes and began to caress my butt rather suggestively as though she wanted more. From her eyes, I could see lust. But she didn’t lust for me. She lusted for a betrayal. She was acting out a betrayal and I was part of her cast. How much I wanted to just let her go and stop this act.
Then I thought of Rika when she looked at me with those pleading eyes as she asked for more. No, I shouldn’t do continue the skit. But she wouldn’t be at the airport. Why would she? She wasn’t close to Maki at all. No, I shouldn’t continue with this act no matter what. But I was helping Miki with her act and I wasn’t lusting for her. Yeah, I shouldn’t feel bad about it.
From Aya’s eyes, I could see that she felt cheated and no words or actions could ever remove this image of us kissing from her mind. Oh well, I might as well finish the skit.
I closed my eyes. My tongue ventured in hers yet again and I moved my hands up from her hips and started touching her breasts. It might be my one and only chance to touch her in this manner. She didn’t resist. Why should she? Firstly, she was the one who initiated this skit. Secondly, I wasn’t bad at this. In fact, I was quite good at this.
I wouldn’t be able to forget this moment. She was sexy and she was an expert at this. All the thoughts that went through my mind earlier just disappeared into thin air as I enjoyed this sensual moment.
After a while, she pulled herself away from me and I knew why. The only audience had left so there was no need to act on. She started crying badly. To be honest, I had never seen her like that. Maybe I had but in the past, I could think of ways to console her. But now, I didn’t know what to say to her.
Should I say, “Hey, why are you doing this to Aya?” No, that’s too insensitive. What about “What has been done cannot be undone”? No, that sounded too cruel.
Eventually, I decided that I shouldn’t say a thing. I approached her and hugged her gently. That should be what she needed now – a shoulder to lie on and a chest to cry on. She pressed herself against me and I could feel her tears seeping through the jersey I was wearing.
My phone vibrated and Osaka koi no uta instrumental played. What timing. It didn’t seem appropriate for me to pick up the call in a situation like this so I left it there to ring on its own. I didn’t know how long I stood there with Miki in my arms. It seemed to eternity before I let go of her and we trudged out of the complex.
As we plodded our way out of the place, I took out my phone and there were 7 missed calls from Rika. What timing. I gazed at the crying girl beside me and I placed my phone back in my bag.
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