Finding Him
Chapter 17 : Found
by : Sakeena deathstalkker@yahoo.com
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I had nowhere to go but to my dwelling place after going to the government hospital to have my shots cured. They questioned me about it but I lied and just gave the simplest explanations.
It seemed rather weird. But I admired my father's love for his woman, and her for his. Repeatedly, I tried assuring myself he was safe and happy. Things just happened so fast. One minute, I was killing, another I was crying. I lost my father before and we had not seen each other for months. And when I saw him again it was time to say goodbye. Wasn't that ironic? My depression seemed to sink deeper and deeper, and I sank down to my bed with waning hopes.
The day after, that afternoon, after a day of beer drinking, I decided to walk out of the dwelling place with a rush of optimism to lift myself out of depression. As I crossed the bridge, the same bridge I had thought of committing suicide, I saw a familiar figure.
It was Nishida Reira.
The setting sun cast a silhouette of her figure, very dainty figure as she held the bridge railings with her soft hands. Her eyes were on the sea. I felt sorry for her. Silently, I came up beside her.
She didn't turn, but knew of my presence. "Let him go, Reira," I told her.
"I already did," she said. "But I love him so." A tear trickled down her cheeks.
I patted her shoulder, and left.
I went back to visit my mother's grave. I hope she would be happy for my father. But there, kneeling down before my mother's grave, I could not help cry. Cried so hard the weather must have pitied me, it rained as equally hard. Reminding me of the time when my father was kidnapped.
I was so drenched, but I didn't care. My head hung, I just cried so hard, clenching my fists on my lap.
A pair of shoes met my sight. When I looked up, I saw the person I always wanted to see.
Fujimiya Ran, on his ugly orange sweatshirt, was standing beside me, looking down at me with compassion. He was soaked as well.
"He's gone," I croaked at him meeting his eyes, tears trickling down my face.
He offered his hand. "Let's go home, Kasumi."
Accepting his hand, I stood up and flung my arms around him, burying my face on his shoulder as I cried.
God, I love the rain.
April 2000 © Sakeena