These Three Days

Yesterday

She sees me off the work and waves goodbye, smiling brightly with those weak sweet grins, and unbeknownst to her, it makes me want to be with her the whole day. Sanae-san says that she's going to be fine, so I go off to work in the midst of the snow, blindly looking forward to tomorrow.

Today

My work shift's done early, so I can go home and spend more time with her, to make sure she's okay, but then I see her, lying there in pain that's too cruel to watch. She's limp now, but I'm pretending that she's going to be okay – that she's going to wake up soon, she's just tired, and spend time with me and Ushio like she promised.

Tomorrow

I'm still in my apartment, alone, staring into a blank wall because pops and Sanae had convinced me to take the day off, but I lock myself inside, daze as ever. They ask me to visit them over the phone, but I decline, knowing that I would visit that child, who would make me remember all the pain that these three days have brought me.

A/N: Criticize me! I totally suck at writing.