The characters and setting that are in this story are not of my own they belong in copyright to the makers of Fooly Cooly.
Written all by Evan Robichaud.
I laid on my bed looking up at the bed that she use to sleep in. I didn't want to speak out loud because like last time she might popup out of no were. And say " Were you just about to confess your undying love for me" She came down that night, even held me in her arms as I cried. But something was different, I felt like she turned her head away from mine as if sad of what she has done. That she let me love her like Amarao loved her. That was the last time she was in my room. But her guitar I put of in the corner of the room. Every so often I here the last string being plucked. Its weird maybe I'm crazy. I got that feeling that you get after you wake up after a big party or holiday. You know that awkward feeling of loneliness tied with memories. Ya sort of like that one. There's no more mess about the room, no more guitar strings thrown about the room. No more half empty industrial size noodle bowls on the floor. Nothing is the same 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 Mamini. Wait she's left to . . . Maybe I should just leave this town and go out on my own. Wait who will keep my dad and grandfather in order; they're such perverts. 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 for now.
I got my usual clothes on and just walked out the door. No note, goodbye, nothing, just like Haruko.
I mean it's three o'clock in the morning in a deserted little town where nothing ever happens. What is a 15 year old suppose to do? The night was one of those nights where you can just walk outside and fell nothing. The weather was completely neutral, a slight breeze. The whole town is asleep except for the homeless people like Mamini. The towns are barely light; the only source of light is that huge Meta-Machanica corporation. That building as always been surrounded by light from that organization with that weird guy with those stupid eyebrows. Its still slanted to its left and has that huge hand with that hole in it. I can't believe that I did that. Did I really grow up that fast as to do something like that? Probably not because Haruka said still just a kid. Damm. Well I mean its not all my fault. Stupid Mamini kept on feeding it what ever it wanted like her smoking habits. Then maybe it wouldn't have gotten so big and made the arm complete. Maybe then she would still be here with me now. I would still be living in a sweet sweet dream.
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 probably 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.