"Hi Akira. How's it going?" But Akira didn't answer. She was busy staring out the window, as if in a trance. "Akira?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry. What were we going to talk about?" She turned around to face her friend. Sora looked at her uneasily.
"Well, you've been really depressed lately, so I thought maybe talking about... the cause, would help you."
"Oh. Well, there's not much to say." Akira sighed. "Everyday, I sit here, watching, hoping he'll come back. But he never does. And... he probably never will." She turned away again. "I miss him, Sora. I really do. I love him..." A tear ran down her face. "And he doesn't write, doesn't call... I don't even know if he's still alive, let alone doing alright with his company!" She buried her face in her hands, sobbing. Sora put her arm around her.
"I'm sure he's fine, Akira. I promise."
"Do you think he even thinks about me anymore?" she asked worriedly.
"Of course he does." Sora longed to tell her about the call, about everything, but she couldn't. She wanted to reassure her friend that everything would be alright, but she didn't know that for sure. And she didn't want to give her false hope. For all she knew, Izzy could be planning a suicide. Suicide. The word hit her like a ton of bricks. Would Akira...? Could she...? Don't even think it, Sora. Akira wouldn't go that far. But you never know with people; they can be as unpredictable as a rabid dog. So, she told her. "Um, akira, there's something I should tell you. It's... about Izzy..." Akira's eyes grew wide, and she whirled around.
"What? Did something happen to him?" Sora shook her head.
"No, nothing happened. You see... well, he called me this morning and-
"He called you? What'd he say?" She was eager to hear anything having to do with her red-headed friend.
"Well, he wanted to know how you were doing-
"Then why didn't he call me? I could've told him!"
"I don't think that he thought you would. After all, it's been three months since-
"I've been worried sick about him! Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Akira was fuming.
"Well I-
"Never mind. I don't want to hear it. He should have called me first. It's not your fault, Sora. I'm sorry you got dragged into this."
"But Akira I-
"If he calls you again, tell him I'm fed up with him and I never want to see him again!" She turned away, but no longer looked out the window. Instead, she picked up a picture of Izzy, and she stared at it for a while. Tears fell onto the glass, and Sora watched as Akira threw it to the ground. The glass frame shattered, and the picture was torn in many places. Izzy's smiling face looked up at the ceiling. "Go... just go..." she whispered between sobs. So Sora left.
"Huh? Oh, sorry. What were we going to talk about?" She turned around to face her friend. Sora looked at her uneasily.
"Well, you've been really depressed lately, so I thought maybe talking about... the cause, would help you."
"Oh. Well, there's not much to say." Akira sighed. "Everyday, I sit here, watching, hoping he'll come back. But he never does. And... he probably never will." She turned away again. "I miss him, Sora. I really do. I love him..." A tear ran down her face. "And he doesn't write, doesn't call... I don't even know if he's still alive, let alone doing alright with his company!" She buried her face in her hands, sobbing. Sora put her arm around her.
"I'm sure he's fine, Akira. I promise."
"Do you think he even thinks about me anymore?" she asked worriedly.
"Of course he does." Sora longed to tell her about the call, about everything, but she couldn't. She wanted to reassure her friend that everything would be alright, but she didn't know that for sure. And she didn't want to give her false hope. For all she knew, Izzy could be planning a suicide. Suicide. The word hit her like a ton of bricks. Would Akira...? Could she...? Don't even think it, Sora. Akira wouldn't go that far. But you never know with people; they can be as unpredictable as a rabid dog. So, she told her. "Um, akira, there's something I should tell you. It's... about Izzy..." Akira's eyes grew wide, and she whirled around.
"What? Did something happen to him?" Sora shook her head.
"No, nothing happened. You see... well, he called me this morning and-
"He called you? What'd he say?" She was eager to hear anything having to do with her red-headed friend.
"Well, he wanted to know how you were doing-
"Then why didn't he call me? I could've told him!"
"I don't think that he thought you would. After all, it's been three months since-
"I've been worried sick about him! Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Akira was fuming.
"Well I-
"Never mind. I don't want to hear it. He should have called me first. It's not your fault, Sora. I'm sorry you got dragged into this."
"But Akira I-
"If he calls you again, tell him I'm fed up with him and I never want to see him again!" She turned away, but no longer looked out the window. Instead, she picked up a picture of Izzy, and she stared at it for a while. Tears fell onto the glass, and Sora watched as Akira threw it to the ground. The glass frame shattered, and the picture was torn in many places. Izzy's smiling face looked up at the ceiling. "Go... just go..." she whispered between sobs. So Sora left.