Chapter 28:
His sweet green hair was the last thing Touko remembered seeing. She heard her teacup crash to the floor and when she began to see white. The white film over her eyes began to shut out the world. Touko felt her head hit the hard floor and some warm liquid begin to seep through her hair. The last thing she said was "N, why…."
She was suddenly thrown into a blinding white room. Lifting her hand over her eyes, she strained to see through the misty fog. Taking a step forward, the white mist began to clear ever so slightly.
Touko stood in the middle of a bedroom. There was a small twin size bed in the right corner and desk with a laptop and printer opposite of the bed. Touko was facing a small dresser with a floor to ceiling mirror next to it. The edges of the room were fuzzy and not clear, almost as if she had allergies that blurred her vision. Squinting into the mirror, she stared back at her reflection.
Her eyes were a blazing blue color that mirrored her own, though her face had a slight rounder shape to it. Her cheeks were a little chubbier and she felt shorter. Looking down at her body, she had a flat chest and she wore some type of daisy dukes and a white tank top. Thrown casually over her shirt was a black vest that matched her tall black and slightly red knee-high boots. Touko's hair was pulled up into a tight ponytail and her soft bangs drifted over her eyebrows, there were some longer bangs that rolled down in front of her ears hiding them.
Running her fingers up and down her new arms, there was a sudden creak of steps coming closer to her. Turning towards the noise, she felt herself moving towards the doorway of the room.
Opening the door, Touko could feel her cheeks warming up though she didn't know why. Taking a deep breath she opened her eyes to face the person who walked up the stairs.
His hair was so black when light touched it there was a slight hint of blue. He had small spectacles on that slightly resembled Touko's own pair. His eyes were so dark brown that they almost were the same color as his hair, though there was the smallest hint of brown in them. His clothes were a white and red shirt covered with a light blue blazer. His pants were tight black skinny jeans and his shoes matched his blazer. The boy looked some how very familiar and Touko could feel herself reaching out to touch his cheek, when she realized she actually was.
Pulling away they both blushed and he took her hand. Entwining hers with his, Touko felt a sudden urge to sprint to the nearest police station and arrest this boy. Shacking her head, she walked with him down the stairs. There was no one else in the house, so they just glided down the stairs and out the front door.
Stepping out into the warm afternoon air, Touko felt the boy pull her towards the woods. Resisting at first he smiled and she followed without any problems.
It felt like ages as they trotted through the woods holding hands and snatching a few glimpses of each other. When they did finally reach the end of the forest, Touko recognized this place all to well. It was the cliff she fell off in the other dream. Touko knew there was nothing to be scared of; she was tall enough where if she fell nothing bad would happen to her. Though she could feel her body moving towards the boy's.
She could feel herself being turned to face him. He blushes and began to mouth words. Touko could feel herself go dumbstruck. Her mousy brown hair was suddenly tossed into the wind and collided with his face. Blushing, she began to lift up her hand as he tucked the hair behind her ear.
Suddenly she felt a smile creep up her face. Lifting up her arms, she wrapped them around his neck and ran her right hand through his hair. Lifting up her face to his, she pressed her lips against his. They felt so warm and inviting, like this wasn't the first time she was doing this. Like she had done this everyday in secret, in public, in the shadows, even breaking curfew and doing it on the beach, or in front of her house before school. The kiss made Touko feel like she actually belonged somewhere.
Pulling away, she blushed and looked up at the boy. He was slightly taller and he lifted up his hands that somehow wrapped around her waist to her cheeks. Nuzzling her cheek into them, Touko closed her eyes and felt herself being pulled back into the dark and cold reality.
One year, eleven months, 7 days, fourteen hours, 43 minutes, and 12 seconds.
She must have been asleep for at least twelve hours, because Touko felt like shit. Slowly sitting herself up in her bed, she tried doing this without opening her eyes. Rolling her neck, several cracks echoed from her neck.
Slowly opening her eyes one at a time, she could feel the dirt cracking off her lashes as she opened them. Though something was off with her vision, there was a slight blur to the world like she was in one of her dreams. It was almost as if she was being slowly beat down by this terrible cold she infected.
Rolling her shoulders one more time, she carefully got out of bed and crossed the room. Hacking up a huge cough, Touko was insistently out of breath. Shuffling slowly across her living room, there was a slight smell of eggs and cleaning supplies coming from the kitchen.
Peaking her head into the kitchen, his sweet green tea hair was tied up into a loose ponytail and he was drinking (in an oh so sexy way, must Touko add) black coffee. He was staring out her window that looked out over Accumla Town.
Stepping into the room, his head snapped right to her face. Rubbing her eyes, Touko could barely make out his the color of his eyes due to film that covered her own. She slowly shuffled over to the opposite chair across from him and sat.
Drumming her fingers on the table, she slowly glanced down at the floor tiles that became very interesting suddenly.
"Touko is that really you?"
Touko's head flipped up and she stared back at N who seemed to have a sad expression on his face. She was found out, her whole plan was ruined. Everything was over, just when she got a steady job, life and even got a confession. And in just four days and slap on a cold, her whole two years worth of work down the drain. Everything was for nothing; the shit just hit the ceiling and is heading straight for Touko.
"Yes?" That was the best response she could come up with. She had lied. That was it.
"You lied to me. To your boss, to the city, to Kitty and Cat, to the whole world." His expression was slowly becoming harder and harder. Touko could feel herself shriveling under his gaze.
"I'm sorry."
"That's not enough. I wasted two years of my life on you! Do you know how many times I was yelled at by my father? Millions!" He was yelling now, N was beginning to slowly stand, almost like he couldn't make up his mind to leave or stay.
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry? I'm sorry! Touko that's not enough! I'm done here!" He took ten huge steps and was out of Touko's house. She took 34 in counting. By the time she was at the top of her steps he was at the bottom. Following him down the stairs and into the street, cars zoomed by as she slowly followed behind him pleading for him to come back, the whole time holding back tears.
They passed the park that Touko and Karen sat at. They passed the café that Touko first was introduced to her job. They were on the out skirts of the town, the sign marking the town was right up ahead and the inn was just down a stairwell. Suddenly N turned down the stairs that lead to the inn.
Touko was out of breath and increasing the space between her and N. 'She had to catch up, she just had to.' Those were Touko's thoughts as she tumbled down the stairs. They were old and needed to be fixed, but the town just didn't have the money. There were weeds in the cracks and the leaves were slippery if not minded. Socks are not the right shoes to ware outside.
Touko tumbled down the stairs, her mind went blank and only N was left in her thoughts. She could feel the back of her head bumping up and down on each new step she tripped. Each new cut or bruise that was being formed on her body felt like a new lift. The soft fall sun was quickly replaced by just plain whiteness.
Even just grasping for a breath was work; a clog in her throat was blocking the much need oxygen to get in. When the pounding the back of her head finally stopped the rush of warm liquid pooled around her head. Resting her cheek in it the heat of the liquid tickled the skin on her cheek.
Straining to open one eye, Touko had just enough strength left to open a sliver of her right eye. In the one millisecond that was lift a flash of sweet green tea colored hair quickened her heart beat and sent her into darkness.
so i thought that this would be a little more dramatic! the story is almost ending so please stay with me till the end! what will happen next ooooooo who the fuck knows?
