Fake Story

Fake Hatred

"I'm going to grow up big and strong!"

"I know you will. I love you."

"I love you too. Good Night, Mama."

"Good Night, sweetie."

She turned the lights off and quietly shut the door. She walked down the stairs to the kitchen like she always did every night. She leaned against the cool countertop. It felt good beneath her fingertips. The air outside was getting warmer with each passing day.

She looked around the bare kitchen. A bottle of salt and pepper sat side by side with the moon gleaming off their metallic tops. A glass of water played with the moon light before tossing it aside. A steak knife glared at her. She glared back at it and put it back in the drawer.

She cursed her inability to stop herself from feeling as she went through her ritual with fridge. Taking a sip of water before pouring it out into the sink, she dried it. She walked outside like she always did and settled herself in the haven they called Goshinboku.

It was strong like it always was… a brand new bottle of sake for a brand new night. It always burned down her throat and into her bloodstream leaving a warm fuzzy feeling. This was the only feeling that she ever enjoyed. Everything else was laced with a hidden bitterness that came back and slapped her in the face. But this feeling would never do that to her. There was nothing hiding behind it…

"How long will you go on doing this?" A voice behind everything called out to her.

"Forever."

"Why?" It was not really a question. It was a reassurance, a confirmation of her own thought.

"For his happiness… everything is for his happiness."

"He will not be happy later."

"You don't know how it feels!" She threw her glass into the darkness. Her vision blurred for a second and she readjusted to her surroundings.

"You shouldn't waste a perfectly good cup of sake." Her glass was returned to her hand and was refilled.

"Why can't you leave me alone?" She was bitter. This was ruining her night. She wanted to be left alone to drown in her own thoughts and go to bed tipsy pretending the real world didn't exist.

"You don't mean that."

"Yes, I do."

"You want me to leave."

"Leave me alone."

And this is how it went every night; so all she had for him was fake hatred.

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