Chapter 11
Author's Note: I really need some new songs – n -; this is just getting sad. (puts "Believe" on repeat for the umpteenth time)
Enjoy the chapter spree.
.K.
The tea's still hot- and you're trying not to touch the outside of the cup.
You're staring out the kitchen window- out into your mother's garden, sipping at the hot liquid and blowing on it mindlessly.
You can't seem to think about anything- because your mind is blank.
The house is quiet- and it's lonely.
Dad's at work.
Hikaru's left you behind.
And you think you should get out and do something since you're so bored- but this town is huge. And you seem to hate everything about it.
There's nothing appealing here- and your home is so small it's huge. And even though it's miniscule compared to your old one, it's too big.
It's too empty- and it's really only made for the population of one.
So then your thoughts wonder to the friends you left behind in Japan.
You're wondering what they're doing- now that you and Hikaru are out of their lives.
You wonder if Haruhi misses you- but now that you think of it, there's nothing about you that she'd miss.
If it had to be somebody- it'd be Hikaru. And it hurts for you to realize it- but you know it's true.
Though really, things like that don't matter anymore. You're thousands of miles away from Japan, thousands of miles away from all your old friends, and chances of seeing them ever again is-
And then your nose is itchy- and your eyes become a bit too dry. You push those kind of things from your mind, and you dump the rest of the tea down the drain.
You just have to calm down.
And it takes a minute for the liquid to leave the sink.
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