Theme: Hate

A phone call.

Three rings.

An answer.

"Moshi moshi? Mouri Detective Agency."

"Ran…"

He breathed.

"Shinichi…"

She said.

A friendly chat.

A conversation between two persons longing for each other.

Two people, once again together through the mechanical piece called phone.

"Shinichi, when will you come back?"

She asked. Her voice breaking. Her heart cracking.

"I don't know Ran. I don't know."

He responded. His eyes burning with tears. His heart crumbling to pieces.

A whimper.

A heavy sigh.

Two goodbyes.

He ended the phone call, walked towards the agency.

Each step was heavy.

Two knocks at the door.

A beautiful young lady opened it.

"Conan-kun!" Why were you late?"

She asked. Her nose coloured pink. Her eyes red rimmed.

His heart cracked.

He loathed it.

"I went to play with the boys, Ran-neechan. I'm sorry I lost track of time."

He said. His childish voice making him sick.

"Oh? Have you eaten your dinner? Because I already had. I'm sorry I didn't wait for you. I got so hungry."

He knew she was lying. She hadn't eaten yet. She won't have the appetite.

"I already ate at Professor's, Ran-neechan. You don't need to worry."

He lied too. He didn't have the appetite.

She smiled slightly at him.

"If you need anything, I'll be in my room okay?"

She said and started to move towards her room.

He wanted to stop her. To know what's wrong even though he fully know what's wrong.

Him.

He wanted to comfort her as Conan-kun.

But Conan-kun can't.

Because he was still the guy she was waiting for.

And how can he mend someone else's broken heart when his was broken too?

He let her go to her room.

He stood there for a couple of moments before he decided that he might as well take a rest.

His small fit padded on the floor.

A sniffle.

An unwavering attention.

He walked toward her room, which the door was slightly opened. She must've forgotten to close it entirely.

Another sniffle.

She was crying.

And he loathed it.

Her sniffle stopped, but it was replaced by a soft whimper.

Then a gentle sob.

Then a quivering gasps.

A rustle of sheets indicating that she turned her face into the pillow.

But her cries became louder.

It was so hard to bear.

An iron hand gripped his heart.

It made him stumble to the ground. To sit at the tiled floor of the agency while his back was on the wall of her room.

He continued to listen to her cries.

Every sniffle.

Every sob.

Every whimper.

Every gasp.

Every tear.

It made his heart breaking and crumbling.

"Shinichi…"

His name escaped her lips.

She was calling for him even though he was just right there.

"Shinichi…"

She softly cried.

He was dying.

While he was killing her.

"Shinichi…"

He loathed this.