When it fell through, it was like falling through ice. Not that Kiki firmly believed that she fell in love with Hisame, just that she'd started counting everything towards their goal of marriage, towards the finishing up of their engagement. And that future has completely slipped out the window and been lost now. So, she's left to collect all of the little pieces like a game of one hundred and fifty pick them ups.
And she's like the game, left to do it alone. So, she's trying to put her life back together, stick it together with glue or tape or whatever odds and ends she can find. Just, stitching it back together feels more permanent with thread than with anything else, and a needle is the one thing she doesn't have.
"Hey, Kiki?" And there's Mitsuhide, that warmth hidden in his brown eyes, the man that she once thought a future with was plausible, the one she'd fallen in with from the spark of his goodness and beyond. It's an odd sight, when she's mourning her failed engagement with a different man.
"Yeah?" And Kiki's good at hiding her emotions behind a blank mask, good at becoming a marionette around others of all of the things that get hidden behind her.
"Are you alright?" Mitsuhide pulls his hands from behind his back, "And this is probably really weird I realize now, but uh, here you go?" In his hands are pretty flowers, mostly pinks with a few lone reds and whites, as if he's trying to hide any romantic intent behind the purely platonic. Though Kiki imagines he probably doesn't even realize he's doing it.
"Thank you?" Kiki's not used to little gifts like these or maybe it's more that she's not used to gifts with so much heart put within them.
"No problem. You're welcome?" Mitsuhide looks embarrassed, hand rubbing at the nape of his neck, nervous, "I've got your back, Kiki, no matter what. I know that it's probably or is very hard, but I'm here for you."
"I know." Kiki knows that Mitsuhide wouldn't simply abandon her or leave her hurting without offering aide of some sort, "Thank you."
Mitsuhide smiles, an awkward little symbol of hope, "I hope that it gets easier soon."
"I think it will." And Kiki pats her best friend on his shoulder, and maybe with time, she'll sort out her feelings for him, whether they are purely friendship of a close variety or whether they are still romantic of sorts. But with a broken engagement, no wedding in her immediate future, she knows she has time to sort this back out.
And that Mitsuhide needs time, if he hasn't had it already. Their hearts must be bare before each other, if they even hope to have all their feelings and thoughts sorted out between them. But they've always been together, since they met, and wherever their lives lead, wherever the pages of this special book turn, Kiki knows that it will be by Mitsuhide's side.
And somehow, they'll have each other's back through everything that life brings along to them.