The characters and setting that are in this story are not of my own they belong in copyright to the makers of Fooly Cooly.
I sat on the bed wondering about last night. Just staring up at the bed that she use to stay in. There's no more mess about the room, no more guitar strings strewn about the room. No more half empty industrial size noodle bowl on the floor. Nothing at all is as it was. Everything is gone. Including Haruko.
I just sat there trying to understand what happened and what to do now that she is gone. I wonder how long she'll be out. I wonder if she even wants to return. Honestly I don't really believe anything will happen like it did again. . . Ever.
Well I mean what is me sitting here at three in the morning going to do. Nothing. I mine as well just walk around. Go see Mammichi. Wait she's left to. . . Maybe I should just leave. Wait who will keep my dad in order. Good point. I wont leave I guess. Plus I think that girl at school likes me. Weird isn't it. Although I don't believe I will like anyone for a while. Haruko still takes that spot of me forever.
I got my usual clothes on and just walked out the door. No note, goodbye, nothing, just like Haruko.
I went down to the railroad tracks and got the bitter kind of drink. Man I hate that kind. So anyways I pretty much just stayed there not really doing anything. Then I remembered that the bench I was sitting on was the bench that Haruko and I slept on that one last night. I hate tears. They always make your view all blurry like.
As you can guess I left that area fast. I'll come back, maybe when I get over ......forget it I probly won't come back. Like Haruko. I wonder what she's doing. We'll I hope she finds Ato...Wait if she finds him then she won't ever comeback. Haruko, not to be egotistical and self-centered but, please don't ever find Atomosk.
The next area I went was the bridge; of course besides the school this is the last place I know of. Mammichi's cigarette buds are all over the place. I could tell on what day she smoked them. The buds with lipstick on were the days she....well...you know. And some of the buds weren't fully smoked so they had writing on them. I never understood why she wrote on her cigarettes. There were some that were still in a pack. The Brand was a popular one 777 was the name on it. What weird name. Like some one that was too lazy to make up a good name so they use one number three times. Like 666 but the closes thing to it. It doesn't match the brown buds on the ground so it must be expensive. She was homeless so it makes sense that she always bought the cheap kind.
"Why does she always to this, like its fun or something, does it taste good, ehh mines as well."
I took the pack and put it in my bag after grabbing one. I didn't have a lighter but that didn't matter that much.
"Lets see start in the center, one, two, three, to the left, and 4 down, and pull."
Just as predictable as I thought. Her extra lighter. It was one of those cheap ones. Blue as usual. What's up with her and blue. Doesn't really matter. I took a puff.
"Ehh tastes bad, like old pepper flakes. Well what ever. I decided to inhale and finish the cigarette. One or two wont hurt."
It never seemed to hurt Mammichi, man, me smoking at this age. What's up? I wonder if she woul.... forget it, she's not here ill do what I want. I looked at the cig that was next to me. 'Sometimes never' man Mammichi why do you write such weird stuff?
"Whatever."
The next thing I new three cigs were gone and it was raining. I looked at the clock it was nearing nighttime. "Ehh dads probably out drunk ill just sleep here tonight." Thank fully Mammichi left her stuff.
I set up the bag and put out the last of the cig, "Damn, it sure is cold alone."
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