Ah, there's no school tomorrow.
Amu is grateful—after all, she spent the entirety of last night watching a movie marathon. Had they not been showing all of her favorites, maybe she would've been well-rested.
And she's grateful, because in her bones she doesn't want to put on real clothes to sit in a lecture hall for three hours. She rolls onto her side and turns the television off. The living room is silent. She crosses her arms to keep her heat close to her; even though her apartment is warm, she still feels cold.
She sniffles, gold eyes flickering up to the coffee table. Her phone is there, next to crimson nail polish, two cotton balls, a half-eaten box of pocky, and Ikuto's keys. He forgot his keys, that idiot.
She stares long and hard at her phone and feels the urge to call someone, anyone—maybe dial a wrong number and talk to a complete and total stranger. Because she feels lost and found all at the same time. Restless energy is building inside of her and she can feel the indecisiveness coming on. But it's overpowered by other things, and she just needs to get it all out.
Her eyes shut tight for ten seconds. Ten, nine, eight—oww, cramp in my foot—where was I?—oh yeah—seven, six—was I even at seven?—whatever—five, four, three, two—I wonder how Nagihiko's doing—
She inhales sharply, eyes snapping open.
…one.
It's like the memories are building up inside of her head and playing over and over again. She hates herself. She can feel the regrets pouring out. She can feel tears and the pound of her heart and how dry her lips are. Ikuto kissed her neck that morning; it's burning right through her skin. Her eyes water.
She pushes herself up into a sitting position and wipes at her eyes. More tears are bound to come—she knows that and won't bother to deny it—but at least Ikuto isn't here to worry. She snatches the phone off the table, scrolls through her contact list, and hastily dials his number.
It rings—one, two, three, almost four—and then he answers.
"Amu-chan?"
She has to bite her lip to stop from bursting out. There's so much building up. She has to release. "Tadase-kun."
They've been friends for so long. He knows her too well, and she wonders if that's more of a curse than a blessing. But Amu truly doesn't give a shit and just wants to hear his voice.
There's shuffling in the background—a door closing, papers, something else—and then—
"Tell me everything."
So she does.
A/N: This isn't a story about Amu and Ikuto…but maybe it is. It's more about Rima and Nagihiko than anything else, but Amu is a major character, and maybe Ikuto will be but I'm not sure yet.
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