Next one of the fragments. Big thanks to those who've reviewed so far. It helps writing to know people are actually reading it. I'm not sure if I got Mai right here, she was never my favourite character in the series. Too many scenes of her crying senselessly kinda ruined her for me, but I tried...
Mai
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Back in high school I was close to giving up my dream. You know, the dream of having a family of my own one day, in my own house with our own little garden for the children to play in.
With the bills for Takumi's treatment looming over me ever so heavily, taking care of Mikoto and sorting out that stupid carnival, I was, at times, so despaired that I might have thrown it away.
How I got through it all, I don't really know and I don't like to think of that time either because the important thing is, that after the carnival all things changed for the better. Takumi recovered from his operation without the slightest complications; Natsuki moved in with Kaichou, who could give her the secureness she secretly longed for; Reito took Mikoto with him and the two left Fuuka, a happy little family of their own; and last of all Yuichi made up his mind, finally.
At first I could not believe it when he told me, that he had cast Shiho aside for good, saying he knew now just what he was feeling for me.
Maybe it was the same spark ignited in him, which he had had when he had been a Kendoka, but whatever had prompted Yuichi's decision, throughout university he proved himself to be the almost perfect boyfriend. Where he wasn't perfect he failed with such an endearing clumsiness I couldn't stay mad at him for long.
So what choice did I have when he proposed to me but to say yes?
And it worked out well, didn't it? Yuichi has gotten a good job; I work part-time in the mornings and spend the afternoons together with Yuto. Our house is situated directly at the sea, which is even better than a garden. Yuto loves the beach, he loves to dig in the moist sand on the shore, to build hills with his little four-year-old hands. And he loves it when we both run into the waves, splashing each other and admiring the glitter of the sea in the sun.
Mikoto would love it here too, I'm sure; a thought that crosses my mind ever so often.
It's not that I don't love Yuichi, I do love him very much and Yuto even more; they're all I've ever wanted. I'm content with my little dream.
But sometimes I feel lonely and then I miss those chaotic days with Mikoto. Mikoto, who is clinging to me, asking me to cook ramen for her. Mikoto who was making everything seem so simple.
