Behind Closed Doors. [P]
Sept 6, 2012 13:31:27 GMT -8
Post by Miku on Sept 6, 2012 13:31:27 GMT -8
To be perfectly honest, I felt as though I would have been better off dead. That way, he would have understood why I was not around and I did not have to deal with any of these issues. I knew that self-loathing was not going to help this situation, but I could not help but feel like utter waste. However, I caused enough trouble for him and I did not want to be a burden anymore. I was nothing more than a liability, and deep down I really wanted to change. He shockingly told me that he became Mizukage, and with such a powerful position that he was in, I could tell that he had no time to exert on stuff like this. ”Thanks, Akira.” I had no idea what to do next, but I knew from his demeanor and word choice that he had moved on, despite not finding someone else.
I figured he would leave me soon to finish his work-out, but I just wanted to think about my next move a little while longer. I remained frozen by the lake, sitting on the grass and just pondering on the world. Everything that I had was now gone, and I literally had to rebuild my life and relationships that I once had. It was going to be a lot of work, but I was more determined than before to make it worth. I wanted something that would last. I wanted feelings in me that would not disappear after time elapsed. I did not know how to be happy, to be honest. And I was afraid of that concept in itself, but I guess if I wanted to change, I had to admit to myself that there was a change that I still needed.
I knew that even if things ended here between us, that this was not going to be the end. Looking at Akira, I’d smile and say to him, ”Mizukage, eh? Congratulations. I always knew you would be a fantastic leader. I suppose I’ll see you in the office sometime then.” I knew our relationship was rocky right now, if nonexistent at that—but we would still be bound to work with each other at some point in time. As much as I hated what I did, I did not want things to be awkward between us. But just as time had separated us, it could also build us back together. This time, it was my turn to put forth every ounce of strength that I had to make this work. Even if I did not succeed, I wanted to believe that I could if I tried.