Last November

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Anyways, this is a prologue, I don't plan on talking too much on the beginning of these so don't worry too much, I may also respond to comments hat don't allow me to respond to so look out for that!

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Last November

Prologue

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Our Rock

I twiddled my fingers against the aged window pane; the eggshell paint seemed to be fading with each gentle tap. I bit my lip softly, my eyes dancing across the powder blue walling of his humble abode.

"Is that the last of the furniture?" I turned my gaze over to the tall shilloute of a man, I bit my lip harshly, most likely drawing some faint amount of blood. "Rin?" I blinked a few times, letting out a soft yes; Kaito reemerged from the living room, his own beautiful blue eyes danced across mine with great fear, red and blotched. "Rin…" I clutched at my jean skirt, trying my best to keep the sobs from racking from my being again, I couldn't do this, I couldn't stay strong in front of him. I felt his hand on my shoulder, it did little to comfort me, but nothing could in all honesty.

"I–I….I'm sorry, I have to go." I felt horrible for leaving when he obviously needed more of my support but I needed to leave, I had to. "I'll see you on Monday, ok?" I looked over just in time to see the bluette, a look of betrayal danced across his face as I exited the room, the sound of his sigh paying homage to my retreat. "I'm sorry.." I stalked down the weary hallway of the apartment complex, my sneakers echoing down the emerald carpeting. I took notice to the ebony wreaths upon a large quantity of the oak doors, many of them with wilted spider lilies.

Upon my exit I rushed across the sunny pavilion, it made me angry to see such positivity on a day of mourning, but just as he'd said before, 'the world keeps on moving, why would they stop for someone like me?' That idiot, I hated him for that statement, he knew—they knew how much I cared for them yet—! "Get it together Rin, you can do this, you knew this was going to happen." My eyes went grey as I thought about it into more depth, it would be better to conceal any hint or trace of the event, but—no, I had to, I needed to, for their sakes.

A cheery salmon haired woman came to mind, her gentle aquamarine gaze stared into mine, her face downcast, her sobs otherworldly, Luka… Sapphire hair taking her place, a gentle giant, his own blue eyes set sail to a time where I could fondly call a memory, I sighed. For their sakes and everyone else's I'd keep my problems to myself. I looked back up to the apartment building, his room just in sight before turning away, the afternoon sun giving me fatigue. I made my way down the street to my own complex, one I shared with long time friend Miku. I could see her now, scolding me for leaving Kaito in such disaster, yet, at the same time I could see her slapping me on the back, those silly sayings of hers, always seemed to cheer me up.

"I'll go back tomorrow." I pushed my messenger bag against my creamy leg, the worn leather cooling my exposed skin, the contents inside crunching at my movement. "I'll have to try again." Kaito had missed well over 6 months of school, he said, 'I don't see a point in graduating anymore, there's no future for me.' Of course I kicked him in the shin and forced him for about a month but after that I'd begun to lose touch with myself, I didn't see much reason either, he saw this weakness and stopped coming. Some days I felt the same; I unlocked our stuffy abode, the humidity and abundance of dust kicking up, but others I felt the need to strive for the future, because without a past, there is no future. I kicked my shoes off and threw Miku a call, as usual she didn't respond, I was sure she was napping, Miku hated midday in June. I threw my book bag onto a stool and reached for an orange, many of them beginning to go bad, I needed to go the market soon. I sighed once more and unpeeled the fruit, its citrus scent filling the small kitchen with great pungency.

I hummed in delight, even if it was for just mere moments of pleasure, I'd take it. As soon as I'd finished it I felt the grief over run me yet again. "Honestly…" It was obvious that I'd developed something similar to Kaito and Luka, maybe even Miku to an extent but I knew how to deal with it, I was a rock.

A rock that was cracking.

I leaned my head up against the counter top, my chair tipping slightly as I did such, and my nerves calming at the cool surface, my feet pushing me against it harder. Yes, a rock. I thought sarcastically, a rock that was made of plaster and spray paint. I was no rock; I was just as vulnerable as those three, nothing more, nothing less.

I rolled my shoulders before sitting up, my thoughts causing me to over think again, I seemed to be doing that quiet often, having these deep and intimate conversations with myself as of late. Honestly, I was the ditz, the one of didn't pay mind or heed in my group of friends, it was as if our parts were switched—me, Rin Akita— the ditz, becoming the mature and stoic young adult, it was odd but it was becoming our reality.

I sighed again.

I wanted to go back to how things were before.

Back to how it was, last November.

End of prologue

I hope this was an enjoyable beginning, a lot of questions need to be answered, I shall do such in the coming chapters of this story so don't worry your pretty little heads. Anyways, please if you'd be a dear and comment, favorite, and follow, it would make my evening.

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