Author's note : I am sorry for every grammatical mistake you notice in this chapter. Currently I am so down because I just failed an exam I have put so much efforts in. Well... that's why I am kinda not in a mood to recheck the grammar. Gomen ne... and thank you for the reviews last chapter. I am really happy reading your reviews ;;
Yui gulped. Mireille did notice it. A week too late, but she noticed the disappearance of the mail.
Mireille rushed to Yui and grabbed her shoulders.
"WHERE? WHERE IS THE MAIL?"
Mireille's nails cut into her flesh.
"I.. I don't know… what.. are you talking about! Mireille that hurts let me go!"
Yui wound in Mireille's grip. She was scared. She was so scared of Mireille.
Mireille loosened her grip and Yui broke free. She jumped and took a fair distance from Mireille. The latter didn't move at all.
She was trying her best to remember when she last read the mail. When did she see the icon the last timeon her desktop? Could it be that she deleted it accidentally? The probability that she had deleted the mail nearly drove her insane. Couldn't be…. it couldn't be… but if noone deleted it then… then how come it disappeared?
What did Kirika say again?
What exactly did Kirika say?
Mireille got up and opened the office program. She bit on her nail as she tried to remember what Kirika had written on her last letter to her.
I know, I know! I have read it a lot of times I can't possibly forget it!
It started with a "I love you, Mireille" or was it "Mireille, I love you"? What came next?
The more she tried to remember the farther the words drifted away. Mireille already forgot what Kirika had written in the mail. The mail was gone forever now.
It was… gone. Mireille's tears came flooding her face.
It couldn't be! It couldn't be!
Yui looked at Mireille disbelievingly. Despite all of Mireille's cool attitudes she was eventually able to show this great deal of emotion toward someone. And this someone was her former lover. Yui didn't want to see Mireille suffer that much.
She walked to the blond woman and moved the mouse.
CLICK CLICK
Mireille looked up.
CLICK CLICK
And Kirika's mail reappeared before her.
"Aaaaahh!" cried Mireille.
Yui looked away from the overjoyed Mireille.
"I just put it in a directory. Never thought that you will be so shocked upon losing such a…"
She was at loss of words. Mireille continued crying in front of the laptop. It was pathetic. It really was.
"I go to bed earlier!" yelled Yui and stamped away.
She was really angry. Mireille never showed such an emotion for her sake. It was for another girl. Yui was really angry.
Mireille didn't come to bed that night. And Yui didn't sleep at all.
The morning afterwards it was rather cold and misty outside. The dark sky was rumbling, and the radio announced an upcoming storm. People on street should go home quickly for warmth and protection.
And yet warmth was nowhere to be found in Mireille and Yui's residence.
Yui was angry but she also felt guilty for everything that happened. She wanted to apologize but she wanted to hear a sorry from Mireille first. Actually there was nothing Mireille ought to apologize for, but Yui felt betrayed.
Mireille was simply angry. She was angry at Yui but she didn't intend to clear the matter as well. It was her business what she wanted to do with her laptop or what kind of stuffs she wanted to put on the desktop. There was no way she would let Yui interfere in her privacy, even if she looked like Kirika.
The whole day both of them were busy with their own thoughts and angers. But none of them showed their childish sides to the other as well.
They did talk. But very limitedly.
During the lunch for example, the only things they said to each other were "Pass me the salt, please." and "Thank you."
The storm struck harshly that night, together with thunders and lightnings.
Yui realized that night that she couldn't sleep with a lot of noise around her, as she jerked off from her sleep because of a striking thunder. Once again, she sighed, I have to stay awake all night.
Yui turned around and noone was beside her. So Mireille didn't come to bed today as well.
The japanese girl walked to the kitchen and made herself a warm chocolate. Then she went to the living room. The lamp was already off, but the table lamp was on. She could see Mireille's sleeping face beside the laptop. Her hand was holding the mouse.
If Yui didn't remember how serious this matter could be, she would think that it was ridiculous. So Mireille intended to guard her laptop all the time, or better said to guard the little icon on the desktop, which was now already back to the desktop.
Yui sighed deeply.
What kind of person this Kirika could be?
What kind of person might cause Mireille to cherish every memory they had together?
Yui fetched a blanket from the storage room and wrapped it around Mireille. Then she went to the window and drank her warm chocolate while watching the storm.
As Mireille woke up, she found herself still wrapped warmly in a thick blanket. Yui was back in the bed, and a cup with some trace of chocolate was left beside Mireille.
Yui woke up around 11 o'clock, and Mireille was preparing some lunch at that time. The girl showed up in the kitchen with quite a strange, and yet much milder expression. Mireille didn't know it, but she didn't stare at Yui anymore that time. And that encouraged Yui the most. The girl took deep breath.
"I am so sorry," she said firmly. "I am so sorry for everything. For removing the mail from the desktop, for interfering in your business, for everything."
Mireille gave her a relieved smile.
Yui was stunned, but she was glad everything was settled by now.
Things went back to normal. They still talked and laughed with each other. One of the walls surrounding Mireille crumbled down, revealing many walls with Kirika's name written on them. Those were the walls Yui would never be able to cross. After all, those walls were so far from her reach. But it pained Yui more now, now that she knew that a certain someone had her own place on all those walls. A very special place. A world for two which Mireille and Kirika created together.
