Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or anything that comes with it. Big, rich companies own it. I do not. So please, this is just me practicing my writing skills. I need my money for college.
R&R please. I will take requests on the people I should write. This one is from Motoki's POV. As Mamoru's best and oldest friend (aside from the generals, but I don't know if I really want to include them into this fic), I believe Motoki deserves a spot on this arc. Plus, I just want to savor the suspense of whether or not Usagi broke up with Mamoru, and what happens after. (Read: I have no clue what to write in that aspect; this fic wasn't supposed to go beyond the first chapter)
Thanks to Lillian, stilldreaming, Noreen, bunny, BonovoxSM, Oxymoron, and Jen for their C&C on both FFN and ASMR. I'm only continuing this fic because of your encouragement. ^_^
Yet again - overlap. But new stuff will come out.
WARNING! Mild language ahead. The really bad ones are marked with *'s, so use your imagination. Er, only if you're old enough…
Winter Blues
Chapter 3: Blue as the Best Friend
The girls walk in the Crown Arcade again. Wait, no, Usagi-chan and Mamoru-kun aren't there. That's kind of strange, considering those girls usually can't separate themselves. They come here pretty much everyday after school. I get the five girls their shakes, and ask after the couple.
Where are Usagi-chan and Mamoru-kun? Ami, the quiet, blue-haired genius, answers that Mamoru was in the hospital, in a coma. I am shocked. Mamoru, the strong fool who can withstand anything? I have to go visit him.
That's awful! I exclaim. Reika and I will be sure to visit them later today. Visiting hours end at four, right? Ami nods. I thank her, and I go back to my other customers. I'll take Reika with me; I'm sure she'll want to see him also.
It's strange. Lately, I haven't seen Mamoru as much. I wonder if he may be getting lonely. I mean, all he does lately is go to school and go out with Usa-chan. Sure he hangs out with the girls, but he doesn't get out enough with the guys. Maybe that's what he's missing. Could we have done part in making him upset? Maybe Saori and Kobayashi would like to come too. It may be that Mamoru is spending too much time with those girls.
Sure, they're smart. Ami Mizuno, especially. But they're not the same age as Mamoru, and with all his stress, he needs us. I call Reika.
Moshi moshi?
Reiko, it's my, Motoki. I just heard from the girls that Mamoru's in the hospital. I'm not sure how; I forgot to ask. I'm going to go visit him in a little while, do you want to come? Sure, two sounds great. Meet me at the Crown? OK, great, see you then.
After that, I decided to call Kobayashi, just to see if he wants to come. Kobayashi-kun, it's me, Furuhata Motoki. Yea, I know it's been awhile since we've last spoken. Listen, do you remember Chiba Mamoru from college? Yea the guy Saori liked. He's in the hospital.
I hear him gasp. I tell him that I don't know what happened - just that he was in a coma, and that Usagi was with him. Listen, I'm going to go visit him later today, I say, unable to think anymore. Do you and Saori want to come with me? Reika's also coming.
He agrees. I tell him to meet me at the Crown around two.
I tell Unazuki to take care of the Crown while I go check up on Mamoru. It's Christmas Day, so we close up earlier anyway. She wants to know if everything's OK. I tell her what happened, and she is worried, but she said she would be fine with me gone. She tells me to tell Mamoru to get well soon. I promise. I grabbed the presents behind the counter I had planned on giving Mamoru and Usagi when they came in. I guess it'll be delivery, now, instead.
He better.
Walking down the corridor of the hospital, I'm saddened as I see all the rooms I pass. Each one holds an endangered life, whom few in the outside realize are in existence. Reika walks besides me, as Kobayashi and Saori follow behind. I look down at Reika, who's staring straight ahead, and I realize how lucky I am to have her. When she had gone to Africa, I thought she was as good as gone.
I don't get it. Why me? How come I'm so lucky? I don't see why Mamoru had to suffer so much. We're almost the same. I grew up with him. I feel as though I owe him. I mean, I have a family. I have the Crown. He didn't. So why did I get all the perks of life? Why did I get the good stuff? Sure, Mamoru's smarter than I am. I can't possibly deny that. And I think he studies harder than I do. That guy can fix anyone's computer. Why is he the one in the coma?
Reika stops me. What? We're at his room already? Oh, I must have spaced out.
I knock on the door before pushing it open and walking in, with Reika by my side. Hello Usagi-chan, I said. The poor woman-child looked up at me. I stare at her, shocked. I remember how she looked the last time I saw her. She had been beautiful, as always. She still is, but now she's different. Her cheeks have hollowed out, and are streaked with marks of dry tears. Her eyes have the deepest bags under them than any I've ever seen, and after seeing university student after university student during and after finals, I've seen a lot.
Usagi-chan! Reika exclaims. She rushes over to hug the woman. Come, let's get you cleaned up a little, she says. Meanwhile, we can leave these three to talk to Mamoru-san a little, ne? I almost want to laugh as my Reika drags a shocked Usagi out of the room, presumably to the bathroom.
Mamoru no baka, wake up you bastard, Kobayashi says. Saori and I gasp in surprise at the tangible anger behind his statement. I heard about your attempted suicide thing, he continues. I can't believe you could be in that condition and not tell anyone! It's not like you had much to be depressed about! You have so much - a couple of girls who love you, a stable job - which, with your almost nerdy smartness, is guaranteed to get you success - a good place to live… what could you possibly lack? And you know you could always come talk to us.
Here, he broke down. A couple of girls? I think, as I echo his last sentiments. Yes Mamoru. You always had us. I look at Saori, who's staring at Mamoru, and see Kobayashi tenderly looking at Saori. Of course! How could I have not noticed it? Kobayashi likes Saori, but she like Mamoru!
Maybe I'm just totally unaware of how other people feel. I couldn't see how those two felt. Perhaps I missed hints about how Mamoru felt. Maybe his soul had been crying for help, for hope, but I had missed it, because I'm just an insensitive fool.
Maybe Mamoru was jealous of us, because we were born with so much. The poor guy, he had to suffer losing his parents and his memory when he was so young. And that orphanage… he took me there once. I can't believe he had to stay there. I mean, it's almost a dangerous place for children to be. Maybe it was because he kept seeing us so happy that it made him feel as though he couldn't talk to us. I mean, I have my family with me all the time, what with the family business and all. I never noticed it before, but it must have taken its toll on him, seeing me with Unazuki all the time. Oh damn! Why didn't I notice that earlier? We could've been more cautious around him, could've been more understanding of his feelings.
Reika returns with a washed up Usagi. She looks much better, but she still looks as though she hadn't slept or eaten for awhile. I hand her the presents. I think the best gift has come already, I said. Mamoru-san is still alive.
We left after some awkward silence and small talk. It's weird. I don't think I ever spoke much to Usagi or the other girls before Mamoru started hanging out with them. It's as though, without him, we don't have anything in common.
I get back just in time to help Unazuki close up the arcade. As I wipe down the tables and the counter, I think about all I knew about Mamoru.
I remember the first day I saw him at Azabu. We were both university students, though I was majoring in management sciences and he in pre-medicine. He had seemed aloof at first. It had been kind of strange. I knew a lot of people from high school, and most other students did too. For instance, Kobayashi, Saori and I had known each other since junior high. But this man, no, he didn't seem to know anyone. He was in my math class first year, and we slowly became friends. That was about when he started coming to the Crown.
Later I found about his family situation. I pitied him, but he didn't want pity. By the time we were second year students, I started inviting him over for holiday meals. He had seemed grateful the first time, but I wonder if that was had been a bad idea. After seeing my close-knit family interacting, I think he only felt worse about being cheated out of his own family at such a young age.
I think throughout the years, aside from Usagi of course, I was the one to get closest to him. Perhaps that's why I feel so inadequate now. I should've noticed it earlier. Looking back, I had been so busy with Reika since she returned this fall that I hadn't paid much attention to anyone else. But there had been signs of Mamoru's depression. I mean, in all the years I've known him, I've never known him to miss his daily cup of coffee. Lately though, there have been times when he didn't come in. I thought he was just busy with his internship at the hospital. If only I'd paid more attention. I would've realized that he's been in that internship all summer, and it had never affected him before. I'm such a careless friend.
It's the 27th. Ami dropped by today to tell me that the doctors had diagnosed Mamoru with SAD, Seasonal Affective Disorder. She told me a little about what it is. It reminds me of a poem we read in an English class once. It was by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, "The Rainy Day". I flip through an old scrapbook, one of mementos from our early years of university. In it is a page dedicated to the poem.
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
Mamoru, don't you remember this poem? We read it together. It's such a lovely poem, such as those only Americans can write. On that page, Mamoru had scribbled something. I squint to read his messy doctor-like handwriting. "If you ever feel like this, come talk to me. Mamoru."
Kami-sama, how could I have forgotten that? I should've noticed it in him.
I think back to what I had discovered about Kobayashi and Saori. I must be such a selfish friend. I had spent so much time and energy thinking about Reika, and her time in Africa. I kept talking to the three about her. I didn't pick up on Kobayashi and Saori's emotions, nor on Mamoru's depression. What kind of a friend am I? How could I have missed so much? I'm such a selfish fool. I was so busy thinking about Reika, being with Reika, I didn't notice the turmoil taking over my friends.
Ami also told me that Usagi had walked home. Kami-sama, this weather, and she walks! Not only that, but she also tells me that Usagi had planned to break up with Mamoru. I set the book next to me on the bed, and pace around the room. Memories of that one time, when Mamoru and Usagi had broken up, come into my mind. I didn't even try to help them sort things out. No, in fact, I didn't even realize it until they got back together. I was too busy worrying about my final exams. How could I have not noticed the misery of my best friend? Then I recall that time I was upset about Reika's Africa job. Mamoru and Usagi both picked it up almost immediately, and confronted me about it. Without them, I may not have her with me today. I should've been able to help them better. I can't believe I could never help them like that.
Nowadays, I can't even focus on work at the Crown. I put some strawberries into the smoothie I'm making. Mamoru, why won't you wake up? If you don't wake up, how can I apologize, and try to make up for it?
I hear a voice behind me. It's Ami again. What?! You say that Mamoru woke up? There's this whirring sound next to me, and it seems to be raining… strawberry-banana juice. Oops. I guess I accidentally hit blend. I grab a towel while rambling at Ami. When'd he wake? How is he? Did Usagi go through with it?
What? Yes? But he's still going to her house today?
The first response of Ami's to cut through the ceaseless questions running through my head was that Usagi had already broken the news to Mamoru, not two hours ago. He was to return home today - in fact, right about now.
The towel I was using to wipe up the strawberry mess falls form my hands. How did he take it? Not so good? He won't talk? I should go over and see him.
But no, I can't, I think to myself. Why would he want to see me? I'm such a lousy friend. I mean, even Ami knows more about his condition than I do. She's always fluttering in and out, telling me about Mamoru's condition. Now that I think about it, I should be there, with Mamoru. I should've been around for him when Usagi broke the news to him. But no, I was too busy working. Is that why I'm a bad friend? Because I'm always working working working? What if I had asked for some time off? I'm sure okaa-san and otou-san and Unazuki wouldn't have minded covering for me a for a bit.
I grab a cup for the drink. Staring at my reflection in the curved glass, I only see a useless brat, who talks and confides in, but does not listen and is not a confidant. I squeeze my eyes shut. Damn it Mamoru. Why did you never tell me? You should've told me what was wrong!
A glass breaks somewhere in the arcade. I head for the broom automatically, but stopped when Ami called for me. What? The glass I was holding? Oh **** she's right… I had unconsciously held the glass so tight it had shattered in my hands. Ami's already reacting. The medical kit's over there, I say, pointing it out for her. She starts pulling out the glass pieces and cleaning up my hand. I call for Unazuki to take over for awhile.
Oh damn, she went through with it. She broke up with him.
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*claps excitedly* ooooo… getting interesting! She broke up with him! What next? Who next? I know I promised to write about Mamoru next, but I think I'll be saving him for a little later on in the story - sorry to those of you who wanted that chapter. I decided want the story to develop a little further before I get into him. I think he'll be the most challenging character to write about.
I must reiterate, even though it's not winter anymore - the point of this fic is to encourage people who think someone they know, be it themselves or an acquaintance, is suffering from depression or other psychological disorders to seek help. It can affect other people, too - more than you think.
Lady of Light
6/03
R&R please. I will take requests on the people I should write. This one is from Motoki's POV. As Mamoru's best and oldest friend (aside from the generals, but I don't know if I really want to include them into this fic), I believe Motoki deserves a spot on this arc. Plus, I just want to savor the suspense of whether or not Usagi broke up with Mamoru, and what happens after. (Read: I have no clue what to write in that aspect; this fic wasn't supposed to go beyond the first chapter)
Thanks to Lillian, stilldreaming, Noreen, bunny, BonovoxSM, Oxymoron, and Jen for their C&C on both FFN and ASMR. I'm only continuing this fic because of your encouragement. ^_^
Yet again - overlap. But new stuff will come out.
WARNING! Mild language ahead. The really bad ones are marked with *'s, so use your imagination. Er, only if you're old enough…
Winter Blues
Chapter 3: Blue as the Best Friend
The girls walk in the Crown Arcade again. Wait, no, Usagi-chan and Mamoru-kun aren't there. That's kind of strange, considering those girls usually can't separate themselves. They come here pretty much everyday after school. I get the five girls their shakes, and ask after the couple.
Where are Usagi-chan and Mamoru-kun? Ami, the quiet, blue-haired genius, answers that Mamoru was in the hospital, in a coma. I am shocked. Mamoru, the strong fool who can withstand anything? I have to go visit him.
That's awful! I exclaim. Reika and I will be sure to visit them later today. Visiting hours end at four, right? Ami nods. I thank her, and I go back to my other customers. I'll take Reika with me; I'm sure she'll want to see him also.
It's strange. Lately, I haven't seen Mamoru as much. I wonder if he may be getting lonely. I mean, all he does lately is go to school and go out with Usa-chan. Sure he hangs out with the girls, but he doesn't get out enough with the guys. Maybe that's what he's missing. Could we have done part in making him upset? Maybe Saori and Kobayashi would like to come too. It may be that Mamoru is spending too much time with those girls.
Sure, they're smart. Ami Mizuno, especially. But they're not the same age as Mamoru, and with all his stress, he needs us. I call Reika.
Moshi moshi?
Reiko, it's my, Motoki. I just heard from the girls that Mamoru's in the hospital. I'm not sure how; I forgot to ask. I'm going to go visit him in a little while, do you want to come? Sure, two sounds great. Meet me at the Crown? OK, great, see you then.
After that, I decided to call Kobayashi, just to see if he wants to come. Kobayashi-kun, it's me, Furuhata Motoki. Yea, I know it's been awhile since we've last spoken. Listen, do you remember Chiba Mamoru from college? Yea the guy Saori liked. He's in the hospital.
I hear him gasp. I tell him that I don't know what happened - just that he was in a coma, and that Usagi was with him. Listen, I'm going to go visit him later today, I say, unable to think anymore. Do you and Saori want to come with me? Reika's also coming.
He agrees. I tell him to meet me at the Crown around two.
I tell Unazuki to take care of the Crown while I go check up on Mamoru. It's Christmas Day, so we close up earlier anyway. She wants to know if everything's OK. I tell her what happened, and she is worried, but she said she would be fine with me gone. She tells me to tell Mamoru to get well soon. I promise. I grabbed the presents behind the counter I had planned on giving Mamoru and Usagi when they came in. I guess it'll be delivery, now, instead.
He better.
Walking down the corridor of the hospital, I'm saddened as I see all the rooms I pass. Each one holds an endangered life, whom few in the outside realize are in existence. Reika walks besides me, as Kobayashi and Saori follow behind. I look down at Reika, who's staring straight ahead, and I realize how lucky I am to have her. When she had gone to Africa, I thought she was as good as gone.
I don't get it. Why me? How come I'm so lucky? I don't see why Mamoru had to suffer so much. We're almost the same. I grew up with him. I feel as though I owe him. I mean, I have a family. I have the Crown. He didn't. So why did I get all the perks of life? Why did I get the good stuff? Sure, Mamoru's smarter than I am. I can't possibly deny that. And I think he studies harder than I do. That guy can fix anyone's computer. Why is he the one in the coma?
Reika stops me. What? We're at his room already? Oh, I must have spaced out.
I knock on the door before pushing it open and walking in, with Reika by my side. Hello Usagi-chan, I said. The poor woman-child looked up at me. I stare at her, shocked. I remember how she looked the last time I saw her. She had been beautiful, as always. She still is, but now she's different. Her cheeks have hollowed out, and are streaked with marks of dry tears. Her eyes have the deepest bags under them than any I've ever seen, and after seeing university student after university student during and after finals, I've seen a lot.
Usagi-chan! Reika exclaims. She rushes over to hug the woman. Come, let's get you cleaned up a little, she says. Meanwhile, we can leave these three to talk to Mamoru-san a little, ne? I almost want to laugh as my Reika drags a shocked Usagi out of the room, presumably to the bathroom.
Mamoru no baka, wake up you bastard, Kobayashi says. Saori and I gasp in surprise at the tangible anger behind his statement. I heard about your attempted suicide thing, he continues. I can't believe you could be in that condition and not tell anyone! It's not like you had much to be depressed about! You have so much - a couple of girls who love you, a stable job - which, with your almost nerdy smartness, is guaranteed to get you success - a good place to live… what could you possibly lack? And you know you could always come talk to us.
Here, he broke down. A couple of girls? I think, as I echo his last sentiments. Yes Mamoru. You always had us. I look at Saori, who's staring at Mamoru, and see Kobayashi tenderly looking at Saori. Of course! How could I have not noticed it? Kobayashi likes Saori, but she like Mamoru!
Maybe I'm just totally unaware of how other people feel. I couldn't see how those two felt. Perhaps I missed hints about how Mamoru felt. Maybe his soul had been crying for help, for hope, but I had missed it, because I'm just an insensitive fool.
Maybe Mamoru was jealous of us, because we were born with so much. The poor guy, he had to suffer losing his parents and his memory when he was so young. And that orphanage… he took me there once. I can't believe he had to stay there. I mean, it's almost a dangerous place for children to be. Maybe it was because he kept seeing us so happy that it made him feel as though he couldn't talk to us. I mean, I have my family with me all the time, what with the family business and all. I never noticed it before, but it must have taken its toll on him, seeing me with Unazuki all the time. Oh damn! Why didn't I notice that earlier? We could've been more cautious around him, could've been more understanding of his feelings.
Reika returns with a washed up Usagi. She looks much better, but she still looks as though she hadn't slept or eaten for awhile. I hand her the presents. I think the best gift has come already, I said. Mamoru-san is still alive.
We left after some awkward silence and small talk. It's weird. I don't think I ever spoke much to Usagi or the other girls before Mamoru started hanging out with them. It's as though, without him, we don't have anything in common.
I get back just in time to help Unazuki close up the arcade. As I wipe down the tables and the counter, I think about all I knew about Mamoru.
I remember the first day I saw him at Azabu. We were both university students, though I was majoring in management sciences and he in pre-medicine. He had seemed aloof at first. It had been kind of strange. I knew a lot of people from high school, and most other students did too. For instance, Kobayashi, Saori and I had known each other since junior high. But this man, no, he didn't seem to know anyone. He was in my math class first year, and we slowly became friends. That was about when he started coming to the Crown.
Later I found about his family situation. I pitied him, but he didn't want pity. By the time we were second year students, I started inviting him over for holiday meals. He had seemed grateful the first time, but I wonder if that was had been a bad idea. After seeing my close-knit family interacting, I think he only felt worse about being cheated out of his own family at such a young age.
I think throughout the years, aside from Usagi of course, I was the one to get closest to him. Perhaps that's why I feel so inadequate now. I should've noticed it earlier. Looking back, I had been so busy with Reika since she returned this fall that I hadn't paid much attention to anyone else. But there had been signs of Mamoru's depression. I mean, in all the years I've known him, I've never known him to miss his daily cup of coffee. Lately though, there have been times when he didn't come in. I thought he was just busy with his internship at the hospital. If only I'd paid more attention. I would've realized that he's been in that internship all summer, and it had never affected him before. I'm such a careless friend.
It's the 27th. Ami dropped by today to tell me that the doctors had diagnosed Mamoru with SAD, Seasonal Affective Disorder. She told me a little about what it is. It reminds me of a poem we read in an English class once. It was by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, "The Rainy Day". I flip through an old scrapbook, one of mementos from our early years of university. In it is a page dedicated to the poem.
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
Mamoru, don't you remember this poem? We read it together. It's such a lovely poem, such as those only Americans can write. On that page, Mamoru had scribbled something. I squint to read his messy doctor-like handwriting. "If you ever feel like this, come talk to me. Mamoru."
Kami-sama, how could I have forgotten that? I should've noticed it in him.
I think back to what I had discovered about Kobayashi and Saori. I must be such a selfish friend. I had spent so much time and energy thinking about Reika, and her time in Africa. I kept talking to the three about her. I didn't pick up on Kobayashi and Saori's emotions, nor on Mamoru's depression. What kind of a friend am I? How could I have missed so much? I'm such a selfish fool. I was so busy thinking about Reika, being with Reika, I didn't notice the turmoil taking over my friends.
Ami also told me that Usagi had walked home. Kami-sama, this weather, and she walks! Not only that, but she also tells me that Usagi had planned to break up with Mamoru. I set the book next to me on the bed, and pace around the room. Memories of that one time, when Mamoru and Usagi had broken up, come into my mind. I didn't even try to help them sort things out. No, in fact, I didn't even realize it until they got back together. I was too busy worrying about my final exams. How could I have not noticed the misery of my best friend? Then I recall that time I was upset about Reika's Africa job. Mamoru and Usagi both picked it up almost immediately, and confronted me about it. Without them, I may not have her with me today. I should've been able to help them better. I can't believe I could never help them like that.
Nowadays, I can't even focus on work at the Crown. I put some strawberries into the smoothie I'm making. Mamoru, why won't you wake up? If you don't wake up, how can I apologize, and try to make up for it?
I hear a voice behind me. It's Ami again. What?! You say that Mamoru woke up? There's this whirring sound next to me, and it seems to be raining… strawberry-banana juice. Oops. I guess I accidentally hit blend. I grab a towel while rambling at Ami. When'd he wake? How is he? Did Usagi go through with it?
What? Yes? But he's still going to her house today?
The first response of Ami's to cut through the ceaseless questions running through my head was that Usagi had already broken the news to Mamoru, not two hours ago. He was to return home today - in fact, right about now.
The towel I was using to wipe up the strawberry mess falls form my hands. How did he take it? Not so good? He won't talk? I should go over and see him.
But no, I can't, I think to myself. Why would he want to see me? I'm such a lousy friend. I mean, even Ami knows more about his condition than I do. She's always fluttering in and out, telling me about Mamoru's condition. Now that I think about it, I should be there, with Mamoru. I should've been around for him when Usagi broke the news to him. But no, I was too busy working. Is that why I'm a bad friend? Because I'm always working working working? What if I had asked for some time off? I'm sure okaa-san and otou-san and Unazuki wouldn't have minded covering for me a for a bit.
I grab a cup for the drink. Staring at my reflection in the curved glass, I only see a useless brat, who talks and confides in, but does not listen and is not a confidant. I squeeze my eyes shut. Damn it Mamoru. Why did you never tell me? You should've told me what was wrong!
A glass breaks somewhere in the arcade. I head for the broom automatically, but stopped when Ami called for me. What? The glass I was holding? Oh **** she's right… I had unconsciously held the glass so tight it had shattered in my hands. Ami's already reacting. The medical kit's over there, I say, pointing it out for her. She starts pulling out the glass pieces and cleaning up my hand. I call for Unazuki to take over for awhile.
Oh damn, she went through with it. She broke up with him.
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*claps excitedly* ooooo… getting interesting! She broke up with him! What next? Who next? I know I promised to write about Mamoru next, but I think I'll be saving him for a little later on in the story - sorry to those of you who wanted that chapter. I decided want the story to develop a little further before I get into him. I think he'll be the most challenging character to write about.
I must reiterate, even though it's not winter anymore - the point of this fic is to encourage people who think someone they know, be it themselves or an acquaintance, is suffering from depression or other psychological disorders to seek help. It can affect other people, too - more than you think.
Lady of Light
6/03