Miscommunication was a b*tch. Hotaru preferred talking things over anything else. Whether it was Mikan who might as well be family, or her clerk at work or even if she was in an important meeting with the Directors of the Board, proper communication was an aspect she always insisted over. She had always believed that there was no substitute to communication, to talking and negotiation.
Miscommunication was indeed a bitch, she thought, while scrolling through the twenty day old conversations she had had with her…well, ex. She'd promised herself that she'd let go of everything binding her to him but somehow couldn't get her finger to simply hover over and press that delete button and wipe out all those telephonic, textual memories of them. It hurt because she knew what went wrong though he might not have a clue.
Miscommunication happened. And that was why it was such a b*tch.
In a haze, she realized that it wasn't her fault that it happened, it was all his. Though some part of the fault was definitely hers, she wasn't to blame, she wasn't guilty.
This is wrong, she thought, when having understood that she'd been putting herself to the guilt-stand all that time. Still, it hurt to manually erase everything. She told her phone what to do, and the deed was done. He was out of her life yet again in another small, largely meaningful way.
It all started with a text. And it was only proper that it ends with a text, too. And all that texting was never equal to talking things out.
Miscommunication—all over again.
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