Over it.
"Okay…" Kyoko paced back and forth in front of her wall-o-revenge. "I can do this!" She walked in front of her poster a few more times before falling to her knees. "No I can't! It makes me feel like such a quitter!"
"I hope she's okay," The Okami whispered to her husband, who just grunted in response.
"Eccentric," He muttered.
"Focus," Kyoko told herself. "This isn't quitting; quitting is when you're to weak to do something, this is because I'm strong enough not to" She took out the pins that held up the poster of her number one on the list of people she hates. She took a deep breath and rolled it up carefully. "I can do this," She muttered, before walking threw the front door.
"I feel alive again!" Kyoko inhaled the crisp nighttime air that swept along the Tokyo streets to create a harsh breeze. She shivered slightly but kept walking. She loved the way the town looked at night. It was nearly deserted, there were long lanes of shop fronts that were barely visible underneath the dim street lights. It was around 2 in the morning, It was dark, but it could only get brighter from here.
She ran out into the middle of the surprisingly empty street, and she tore her poster in half, then quarters, then eights, and she continued until all she had was several large handfuls of Fuwa confetti.
"This is freedom!" She opened her tightly clenched fists and let the wind carry away all the remains of her tortured love.
If he wasn't the center of her happiness.
He didn't have a right to be the center of her anger either.
Her life was her's.
And he had nothing to do with it.
"I don't need some stupid love to weigh me down!" She nearly shouted against then heavy wind that pushed the hair out of her face.
"Well some people are having better walks than me," Ren muttered as he turned back the way he came, suddenly he didn't feel like taking in the City scenery anymore.
-End-
A/N: Poor Tsuruga-san! Waah!
Also: I never knew Kyoko was such a criminal! Litter!