They say when you love someone, you have to let them go. But that's not the way I see it. When you love someone, you cherish them as much as you can. Here, let me further explain...
For as far back as I can remember, I was always trifling in terms of health. Doctors were baffled. Well, the two doctors that I knew were. A frail, special little Irish girl who never caught a cold, yet nothing in her body really added up, or made sense. To this day neither one of the can tell me what's going on inside of me. And they seem to love it. Their own medical marvel, right at their fingertips.
My earliest memory goes back to a boat, headed from Ireland to Japan. I was smuggled in with the cargo at about 6 years old, abandoned. Let go, whether it was for the better or not. I opened my eyes and there stood a Japanese doctor and his young son, two years younger than I was, looking over me and pulling me out of cargo. The father was manipulative, but in a helpful way. He could tell something was off about me- doctors have a weird sense like that.
And so, in exchange for a place to live, I was to be examined, tested, and figured out. He never intended to showcase me as a lab rat. There was an inkling of respect among all the tubes and scalpels. Especially when the son began taking over.
Shinra Kishitani is two years younger than I am. Growing up, he was a real pain. But a sweet pain that I don't think I can ever regret coming to know. When we were young, I was deemed an older sister to him, one he had an admittedly strange crush on, up until he graduated medical school. He became a man. Suddenly his romance became very real to me.
No we live in his apartment in the Japanese city of Ikebukuro. I work as a transporter and he's an underground doctor, just like his father.
We're doing okay for ourselves. This is our story.