One plus one isn't always two

by Clara1992

He didn't remember, so he had come to know what happened that day from the mouth of others. For them the conclusion was obvious as saying that one plus one was equal to two, she was bad, just as bad as the rest of her family, period. But he refused to believe that. He knew her better, she would never be able to do that to him, even if she had left him without saying goodbye.

7. Chapter 7

7

"I'm going now" called Miroku from the front door.

"Whatever, just leave already, would ya…"

"Hum… you should try to sleep at least a bit, you are starting to look like a zombie, it's creeping me out."

"Just go already!" he growled at him, throwing him the empty can of beer that had been holding on his right hand. He dodged it and shook his head but didn't say anything more and walked out closing the door behind him.

Alone in the silence of the empty house his mind started to betrayed him again. The image of the empty bed that had greeted him three nights ago was burned on the inside of his eyelids, and every time he closed his eyes for too long he could see the same image as if he was standing in that tree branch watching it for the first time instead of being just a memory on his head.

He had waited for her to come back, like the idiot he was, but when it was time for the sun to rise and she hadn't come back he forced himself to accept that she was not returning and leave before someone caught him there. Still, he had return that next night, stubbornly believing that her absence the previous night had been just one time occurrence. The same dark room greeted him but he had still waited until sunrise and had come back that night again, hope the only thing keeping him from losing his mind completely, but she wasn't there, and he had waited all the same, each passing minute tearing at his already broken heart.

He had had half a thought to stay in that tree until someone found him, preferably her grandfather, so that he could end his suffering once and for all… but then he remember that his life didn't belong to him, and if someone was to put an end to it, it wasn't going to be any other but her, not even him, no one else but her. So he had stood up and make a run for his house again.

He didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse that today was a Saturday. It left him with nothing to do as he didn't work on Saturdays, with too much free time to think and lament on the fact that she was lost to him again, even before he could reach her. He had thrown himself on the couch and drank beer after beer the whole day, his stupid inhuman system denying him the possibility of getting drunk enough to forget why he was drinking in the first place.

When night came he had been tempted to go back to her house again… but a lighting and the heavy rain that started all of a sudden helped to change his mind. It was useless anyways, she would not be there. He would had to put himself back together again, and he had to do it preferably before his parents found out about his state, he didn't want to see the hurt on his mother's eyes again.

With that in mind and with a heavy sigh he ordered himself to get up of that couch and go take a shower. He got this, he had done this before. He would survive her absence again, he had to…