Hello!
Been a long time not posting a fic here, because i've been absent from making "safe" wmatsui fics lol (check my other works in my site) but here it is, one very short oneshot, enjoy!
Hush
Your floral skirt was beautiful as always, along with your graceful steps as the wind blew your long hair when you put down pots of colorful hydrangeas and roses in front of your tiny store, carefully sorting them by order. It’s always your habit to become so neat in everything. And I remembered you always said you didn’t want to confuse the customers by putting them at random because it wouldn’t look lovely either.
“Welcome!”
Once in a while, you smiled at the passerby, no matter whether they would take a look at your healthy morning glories or just walked away ignoring your blossoming potted lilies. Your warm smile just never left your face.
But lately, I didn’t see them. I’d been sitting here, watching you as usual, and waiting for the charming smile as you usually gave out free roses to the kids and elderly people passing by. Today as well, same like the past three days since I sat here, even the roses were still in your hands. Their stems seemed about to crack in your mighty grip as your knuckles started to turn white. And instead of smile, there were the downcast eyes. You couldn’t be forgetting to hand them out like usual, could you?
“Rena-san…”
A woman in her mid-thirties, the owner of a small Japanese sweets parlor beside your shop, came to you. There were remains of flour on her pastel-colored apron, which I bet she just made some
ohagi or
daifuku, as I saw her bringing a box while walking towards you. It was weird that your enthusiasm to both confectioneries was nowhere to be seen and instead, you run into her as you saw her face. And here I was, seeing what I’d been seeing for the past three days since I sat here, what I always hated coming from you.
Your tears.
You seemed not to care that people started to stop by, staring at you, questioning the scene of two women hugging while crying in front of a flower shop. I remembered you ever said you would be embarrassed if people were looking at you like that. You would be just averting your eyes or simply hurriedly went back to the store, pretending to fix your bonsais. The woman had dropped the box; it accidentally opened and revealed the insides. Just like what I’d thought, there were your favorite
wagashi, and mine too. I remembered your laugh always returned once you bit the tiny chunks of
daifuku after a tiring day taking care of the flowers. You couldn’t be forgetting how Japanese sweets taste like, could you?
I wanted to pick them up. I wanted to see the laugh in your face again. I wanted to see you taking a bite of
ohagi in my hand again. So I stood up, walked towards you and the woman whose eyes teary as well as you, muttering you comforting words. As I was about to take a step forward, a hand landed on my shoulder. I turned only to find a man wearing all white standing beside me, smiling.
“Matsui Jurina, time to go now.”
My eyes widened in surprise,
“You can see me?”
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