I'm tired.
Tired of pretending. Pretending that I'm okay. Pretending that I don't have feelings for him anymore.
I knew all along. That I was wrong. And Miya was right.
I shouldn't have acted that way, when he came back to see me.
But I was stupid. And I drove him away.
When after all those months he was gone, I waited for him to return. So I can be back in his arms. Even if he told me that I was free, that I should move on.
Deep inside, I was glad that he was back. I wanted to embrace him, tell him how I much I missed him, ask him why it took so long before he could return, tell him that I still love him.
But that's not what I did.
I told him that I moved on.
I told him that I was happy, even if I wasn't.
I told him that he didn't have to come back.
The look on his face when he saw that I wasn't wearing the bracelet he gave me and when I took my hand back from him told me that I hurt him.
I drove him away.
Should I have run after him and told him that I was just joking? Would that have worked?
Miya said that if I did that, she'd be the first one to slap me, beat some sense into me with a monkey wrench and tell him to go on and forget about me, that he doesn't deserve an arrogant, bitter, stupid person like me.
I asked her if she was joking. She said she wasn't. And I cried. But I knew she was right.
She said that I was unfair if I did that.
She said that he deserves someone better.
So I've been asking myself.
What I can do to be that 'someone better'...
I went to his place once to see him. But he wasn't there. His sister was the only one who was around. She let me in. I guess she doesn't know the real score between her brother and I. Perhaps he didn't tell her. I think he didn't even tell her that I’m one of the Berryz. Maybe he still wants to protect my identity, even from her own sister, who still calls me Star-chan.
I didn't plan on staying long so I told her that I'd just come back again. I left her something that I should be giving to her brother.
She said that she'll take care of it. I know she will.
I left a note in the package. I wonder if he'd bother to read it.
That night, he did what I wrote on the note. I asked him to call me.
But what did I do?
I watched it as it kept flashing, humming, asking me to pick it up.
I didn't answer my phone.
Because it was then that I realized
What should we talk about?
By the time I picked it up, he was no longer on the other line.
I know, I know. I'm pathetic.
To be honest, I've never been in this kind of situation. I've been in small quarrels with the other girls before, but those are nothing compared to what I am in now.
Not being in this kind of situations is not an excuse of not being able to fix it.
I wanted to make sure that everything will still be okay, that we can still be friends, even if I wasn't sure if being 'just friends' is what I really want.
I tried to call him. Unlike me, he answered right away.
But I still couldn't tell him. Anything.
I couldn't even tell him I was sorry for acting that way.
I couldn't tell him that I wasn't wearing the bracelet he gave because I broke it.
I couldn't tell him...
I could hear him asking if I was alright, if there was something wrong.
I was afraid, because it was starting to look like I'm running after him after telling him that I didn't need him anymore. I didn't want to sound and act desperate, even if I already am.
I was about to hang up, but he told me something. Something he told me the first time we talked. Something he keeps telling me that I never get tired of hearing.
"Thanks."
"Thanks for the photobook. You look great in it. Shizuka-chan thinks so too. You should have smiled on the covers of your previous ones too..."
"I guess we'll talk another time huh? Bye by..."
"Wait!"
"Hmm?"
"H-hello."
"Hello."
"H-how a-are you d-doing?"
"I'm doing fine. What about you?"
"I'm...I'm..."
"Hmm? Go on."
"I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry for saying those things to you. I'm sorry for acting like that. I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
"Is this what this is all about? Is that what's bothering you?"
"Y-yes."
There was silence. Waiting for his answer was killing me.
"Don't worry. I'm not mad at you or anything. I understand. I blame myself for that, actually."
"Really?"
"Yes. I'm the one who should apologize. I never told you that I was going away for a few months. I should have told you about it earlier, not on the day before we were leaving."
"I see."
"I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
"No."
"Huh?"
"I said no. I won't forgive you. How could you do that to me?!"
"I-I was afraid of what you'd tell me, what was gonna happen if I told you, so I kept it a secret. But I was going to tell you about it eventually..."
"Tsss. Lame."
"I know. I'm sorry."
"Good."
"..."
"I forgive you."
"..."
"T-Those emails you sent me were nice."
"I thought you didn't..."
"I read them. I read all of them. I was...I was just joking earlier. Because I actually didn't know what I should tell you, what we should be talking about, so I tried to lighten up the mood."
"Risako..."
"I was really, really furious at first and I was telling myself that I hate you, I won't forgive you and stuff, but I realized that being like that won't do anything. I understood that you did that because you were thinking of me. I know things won't be the same when it was still 'us', and we can't talk to each other without being awkward..."
"You're the only one who's acting awkward."
"Am not!"
"See?"
"Fine! You win! But I haven't completely forgiven you yet!"
"..."
"If you really want me to forgive you, take me out to lunch tomorrow, after I get my haircut."
"Alright."
"Oh, and I need to get that bracelet you gave me repaired. Some of the links got broken, that's why I couldn't wear it."
"You still have it?"
"Of course."
"I thought you threw it away."
"Do I have a reason to do that?"
"Do you?"
"I had one before. But now, I don't."
"I see."
"And don't tell Miya about this conversation okay?"
"Why not?"
"If she found out that I pulled a joke on you, she'd spank me till Momo's the same height as Kumai-chan."
"Do you think I'd let her do that to you?"
"Would you?"
"Of course. I'll even ask her if I can watch. Because that would be funny."
"Grrrr..."
"Did Kumai-san get taller again?"
"No. Momo got smaller. Because of the weights."
"Haha. That's something new. Okay, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Don't be late."
"I won't"
"And don't forget your phone at home."
"..."
"Good night!"
"Good night."
"I missed y..."
Too late. He hung up.
Finally, I was able to talk to him. I could feel my heart beat its normal pace. It has never been this way, since the day he said goodbye.
Talking to him again and telling what I've been keeping inside for months made me feel lighter. His voice, even his irritated, I'm starting to get mad, alright I'll be ignoring you now voice, makes me all fluffy and warm inside. And that's just through the phone.
What more if we're talking face to face?
We're going out tomorrow. Again. But just as friends. I wonder how different it would be.
I hope he won't be late.
Because I know I won't.
On second thought, maybe I will.
So he'll know the feeling of waiting for someone.
But I'm going to do some waiting of my own.
Wait.
Until everything was the same as before.
When it was us.