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10. "Charlie, you're not in love, you're just drunk, "
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Haruka was alone in the kitchen sitting at the table. She was starring at a note on which it was written a phone number. Usagi gave her that number before she left:
"It's Michiru's phone number. I don't want to come between the two of you, but after what happened this evening, I think you need to talk with her…"
That's what she told her. Now as she was back home she was asking herself if calling her would do any good. She took a cigarette from the pocket she had on the table and lightened.
"Since when are you smoking, Haruka?" a voice came from the stairs. She lift her head and saw her mother approaching.
"Since never…" she replied with a slight smile. "I just stole these from Charlie"
"And where is Charlie right now?" the mother asked as she took a chair and sat at the table in front of her.
"To be honest… I haven't got the slightest idea. She kind of… dumped me"
The mother cocked her eyebrows surprised.
"No girl would have left you in a foreign country in which she doesn't even know how to ask where the toilets are"
Haruka laughed.
"Well, believe it or not… she did"
The mother frowned.
"May I ask what happened?"
Haruka bit her lower lip.
"It's … complicated"
"I'm sure it is… thing are never easy when it comes to you"
Haruka laughed again and then put down the note she had been holding all this time. She took a drag of the cigarette and displeased with its taste she lighted if off on the sink.
"Mom, you are right… smoking is not for me" she said as she threw the cigarette in the garbage bin.
"Haruka, what happened?" the mother asked with serious voice and Haruka turned to her with a hurt expression.
"Michiru… was at the wedding"
On those words from the mother's face any expression disappeared.
"She's engaged. Did you know that?" Haruka added trying to sound casually and unaffected.
"Did you make a scene?" the mother asked.
Haruka laughed.
"Did you make a scene at the wedding?" the mother repeated the question with the same serious voice.
"I kind of… ripped her dress" Haruka replied with a tangled expression.
"This is a metaphor, right?" the mother asked.
Haruka lowered her eyes starting to play with the note again.
"Tell that at least you didn't do it in the public!" the mother insisted and again, Haruka didn't say a word. The mother sighted loudly. "What were you thinking, Haruka?"
"Well that's the problem, I wasn't actually thinking. I just wanted to make sure that she loves her fiancé, that what he once had truly ended but then things got out of control. I hate to admit this mom, but even after all this time I can't keep my head cool when I'm around her." Haruka finally spoke, taking her head into her palms.
The mother approached and took her in her arms even though Haruka didn't respond to the her embrace. During years she had become too old and too cold for it.
"I wish I could tell you something to comfort you, but all the words I told you six years ago when you were staying right in this place and you were crying over her proved their uselessness. I wish you to let her go and move on, but who am I to command to your heard?"
"Oh, mother, believe me! If I could I would get her out of my mind but she's always there and even if she's not next to in person me she the realest thing in my existence"
The mother remained silent, holding her tighter.
"And even if one day I'll succeed in pulling her out of my thoughts the pain will be harder than if I'll just keep on dreaming about her." Haruka continued. "I know it's crazy but i'm afraid that if she'd ever disappear from my life I will literally die. She's part of me, mother! How can I fight with that?"
"That's right, you can't…but that doesn't mean you can't try. Hope is the last one to die and Haruka you deserve to find your own happiness." the mother finally said.
"Do I, mother?" Harkuka asked bitterly.
"Of course you do!" the mother answered as she took her face in her palms with tender gesture. "My beautiful girl, how could have such a bad opinion about yourself?"
"Oh, mom, stop this sugar crap!" Haruka replied with a weary face and put down the note with Michiru's number.
The mother then took a step behind and started to clean the table. She took the pack of cigarettes and the note ready to throw them in the garabge.
"No , wait!" Haruka riposted.
The mother stopped confused looking at the cigarette package.
"But didn't you say that smoking it's not for you?"
"I didn't mean the cigarettes. You can throw them, but give back that note." Haruka answered.
The mother then looked at the note, unfolding it. When she saw the number written on it, she frowned.
"What is this?" she asked.
"It's… Michiru's phone number" Haruka answered with an uncomfortable look.
The mother than crumpled directing it to the garbage bin.
"I said NO!" Haruka riposted stopping her mother and taking the note back.
"Haruka, stop this! You have no reason to call her! She's getting married!"
"I know that, thank you!" she replied irritated.
"Then why are hurting yourself? Talking with her will not do you any good!"
Haruka put the note in the pocket of her pants.
"I'm will not try to win her back, nor ruin her wedding" Haruka said categorically.
"Then what are you trying to do?"
Haruka displayed a bitter smile.
"A friend can do no harm, right?"
The mother's eyes widened surprised.
"Are going to be friends with her?"
Haruka looked into her mother's eyes for a couple of moments and then she nodded affirmatively.
"Are you sure you can do that?" the mother asked worried, but before Haruka could give her answer a strong noise was heard in the hallway as someone brutally opened the entrance door. Both Haruka and her mother got up from the table and ran to the entrance, but then they both stopped with straight faces as they saw the gorgeous brunette stumbling in her own golden dress.
"I guess that answer the question 'where is Charlie?' " Haruka said sarcastically.
The mother gasped annoyed.
"She totally drank! Look at her!"
Charlie tried to get up in her feet and her eyes met Haruka's.
"Tomorrow, you're paying me the plane ticket back to America!" she hissed.
"Be sure of that." Haruka replied as she approached to help her get up.
"I hate you and I hate Japan… and I hate you, Haruka!" Charlie mumbled with a drunken voice.
"Take her upstairs!" the mother said coldly.
"I hate you, Haruka!" Charlie insisted. " Kaioh was right, you are a bitch!"
"Mom, I'm taking her to my room. Could you please prepare for me the couch in the leaving room?"
The mother looked once again at the noisy and drunk Charlie and then she nodded heading to living room.
"You are booking me a place ticket back home, in this instant!" Charlie growled as Haruka was helping her to climb the stairs.
"Could you try to walk straight?" Haruka asked coldly.
"NO!" Charlie snapped back. "I'm drunk!" and then she suddenly started to cry, losing all the will to move. She just let herself leaning on the stairs, while crying louder.
"Could you get up, please?" Haruka asked trying to be patient.
"No, I can't and I don't want to!" she replied trough her tears. "Oh, just go away! Go and listen to some of that fancy violinist music and leave me alone!"
Haruka took a deep breath starting to lose her patience.
"I can't let you here. You'll wake up the whole house with your crocodile tears."
"Crocodile tears?!" the brunette snapped back, starting to cry even louder, moment in which she Haruka truly lost all her patience. Willing to end all this show she grabbed Charlie by her waist and took her in arms, in the bridal style. Charlie didn't protest. On the contrary, she put her arms around Haruka's neck and buried her face on her chest.
"Me… cheated by a woman!" she mumbled. "How could you cheat on me, Haruka?"
"I didn't cheat on you" the blonde answered.
"But you did, with your heart. I mean I can understand that she has… more class than me, but still! How could you?"
Haruka leaned her shoulder and opened the door to her room.
"You broke my heart!" Charlie snapped as Haruka put her on bed.
"Charlie the most likely thing I broke to you was your ego, but not your heart." Haruka answered as she closed the door.
Charlie began to cry again.
"Now that it's the end I finally understand that I am truly in love with you…"
"Charlie, you're not in love, you're just drunk,…"
"Oh, but what do you know about my heart!?" the brunette snapped.
"I know that it's angry because it couldn't get me fall in love with you"
"You're not taking me seriously, aren't you?" she said desperately.
"But I am, Charlie and in order to prove how serious I take, I will book you a plane ticket back to America tomorrow, just like you asked me."
Charlie's eyes widened for a moment and then she buried her face on the pillow along with her tears, while Haruka turned on her laptop and started to look for a place ticket..
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