Space
By Katia-chan
A/N: Another one not on the list. I think I just need to give up on planning ahead.
Disclaimer: nada.
Dedication: For all who believe that there isn't enough Hatori Mayu love.
Please review…it's probably what's sparking this writing spree.
Enjoy!
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The single sensible pair of shoes at the bottom of the closet bothers her.
She stands, looking at them, so plain, so practical, and thinks, a bit gloomily, that with her coat hanging above them, the only other thing in there, that the tiny closet suddenly looks cavernous. She knows her kitchen isn't any better. The sink holds the dishes for one person's meal, looking all the more pathetic because there really isn't an excuse to leave that few dishes undone.
The house might not be big, but the overly tidy bathroom with almost no storage space that she still can't manage to fill, the bare bedroom with it's single bed and tiny dresser and painfully uncluttered floor, and the laundry she hardly ever has to do because it's only her clothes; all of It makes her feel like she's being swallowed.
But when Hatori visits, unimposing, with his quiet presence and his own little personal messes, she thinks maybe the house shrinks a little. And when she hangs his coat in the closet next to hers, she sees his practical shoes sitting beside her own, and thinks that that looks much better.
She wants him to keep them there.
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TTFN
Katia-chan