Black Black Heart
Mayu woke up to an empty bed feeling disappointed but relieved at the same time. She stayed there underneath her thick blanket, surrounded by fluffy
pillows, for a few moments, relishing the abruptly ended dream she just had. It was a dream of old days. Days when she was dancing alongside ten,
dozens, of her friends on stage, singing the song that everybody in the whole country knew about. It was long gone though, that times. It was nothing
more than a memory.
She pushed herself up, leaning on the headboard and yawned, letting the blanket slid down her body, revealing a long shirt on her body. She scanned
the room with her eyes, looking for someone but she was alone. The huge room was awkwardly lonely without company, she thought.
Mayu left the bed to the bathroom and washed her face. As she watched her pale skin in the mirror, she realized how little she changed these past five
years. Her hair was still as dark as the night sky with no moon, long and wavy down to her shoulder blade. Round eyes and puny nose. Her height was
still the same, not an inch taller. Her mediocre sized breasts were still firm just as her butts – oh, she wasn’t wearing anything under the shirt.
She tried tying her hair into a double ponytails on each side of her head, a style she long graduated from. It was still look good on her. She could easily
passed as a middle-schooler anywhere. The only difference was probably on her chin. It got longer and the jawline was more defined over the time. It
made her a bit masculine that she wanted but it was okay.
After brushing her teeth and putting on some proper clothing, Mayu went to the kitchen, poured herself a glass of milk and finished it in one shot. The
clock struck at five in the morning and in that season, the sun was probably still peeking somewhere in the horizon. A perfect view to watch from the
shore.
With light steps, Mayu went out to the porch, look to the East at the dawning sky. A slight of orange in a massive purple canvas came into her vision.
Beautiful.
When Mayu stepped to the fence of her porch, she saw the one she was looking for when she woke up. Yuki was sitting on a rock facing the sunrise.
Mayu swore to herself that buying this beach house was worth every yen. There was nothing more amazing than to watch the girl you love the most
with the sunrise as the background.
Mayu walked to Yuki and sat on a rock next to her. “Morning.”
“Morning,” Yuki said, not looking to Mayu’s direction.
Then the two watched the sun climbed the sky. Slowly. “What time did you wake up?”
Yuki hugged her knees. “I didn’t really fall asleep.”
Mayu smiled. “After what we did last night? Really? I slept like a log.”
“That’s good.”
Yuki was not in a good mood.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“You don’t seem okay.”
Yuki looked at Mayu, as if wanted to say something, but then she returned her gaze to the sunrise. “Never mind.”
“You’re weird.”
Both of them stared to the horizon in silence.
“Mayu...,” Yuki said with such soft voice, “aren’t you supposed to be somewhere?”
“No. Why?”
“Don’t you have a premiere to go to?”
“Cancelled it. They said I don’t have to go, so....”
“You should.”
“Nah. I’d rather stay here and be with yo....”
“You might find someone there.”
Mayu noticed a weird tone in that sentence. Something she can’t read just yet.
“You should go and find yourself a boyfriend,” said Yuki, still looking at the creeping sun. “You’re 25 now and you should think of settling down, no? You
don’t want to be like me. 28 and still alone.”
Yuki waited for Mayu to respond while she watch the sky turning orange little by little. The younger girl said nothing though and it made Yuki turned to
her direction. With no warning, Mayu slapped Yuki hard on her left cheek.
Mayu was looking at her with wide eyes, red and watery. She was biting her lower lip, holding her trembling jaw. Tears melted down her cheeks as she
stood up. “Screw you.”
Yuki watched Mayu stomped her way back to the beach house. She was frozen long after Mayu had gone in. It was a sight that took her whole soul
away. Mayu’s angry face. No, not angry. It was something else. More than angry, Mayu was sad, disappointed. It was an expression Yuki couldn’t bear
to see anymore so she stayed there, at the shore. But when the sun was high enough that her shadow was casted long on the sand, Yuki ran after
Mayu.
She went inside the beach house, calling her name. No answer. She ran into the room. Mayu wasn’t there. Her stuff wasn’t there. Yuki frantically ran to
the front door and found that Mayu’s car was no longer there.
Mayu had left here alone in the beach house.
Yuki stumbled back, leaning on the door. Her heart felt heavy and with each breath she took, her whole body ached. Tears formed in her eyes but she
refused to cry. It was for the best, she said to herself, it was for Mayu’s sake.
Right?
--to be continued
Topic: Ratata's Theater: Updated 29/03 (MaYuki - Black Black Heart Part 4) (Read 19009 times)