She had tears in her eyes as she approached the gates to Kadic. In one week, she would be on a plane. No one knew, except the principal. Had he told Sissi? If she knew, she wasn't telling anyone. Maybe they'd all suspect she ran away, her family was murdered. What about her friends? What about Ulrich? She knew they deserved to know, but how could she tell them?
It was official; there was no easy way out. What would happen if Millie and Tamiya found out? Would they use it as their story of the week? How would Ulrich react? Oh poor Ulrich, she should have told him sooner, she knew it. Regrets, so many regrets. Why couldn't she just stay and get a dorm in the high school? They had boarders, after all. She didn't have to share a room or anything, they could arrange for her to have a single.
No, of course not. Her parents never trusted her; they wouldn't leave her in France. Not alone, anyway. She wouldn't be alone! There were her friends, they may be in a different school, but she had friends! They were always there for her when she needed them, and they would always be. Wouldn't they?
They could keep in touch; she could give them her new phone number, a new e-mail just for them. Everything would work out, it had to.
As she sat down, she could feel confused eyes on her. Someone had squatted down in front of her, and tilted her chin up from looking at the cement ground at her feet. He used his thumbs to gently brush away the falling tears, as he looked her in the eyes. There was so much worry behind those eyes, so much love.
Too much of anything, however, can be bad. She broke down into sobs, as he gently pulled her closer to him. He had never seen her like this before, in so much pain. Between hiccups and tears, she finally got it out to him.
She was moving to Japan in one week, 7 days. Only 7 more days to hold her and comfort her. His mind went blank, and soon he could feel tears in his eyes too. Yumi was leaving, she really was. This couldn't be solved by a return to the past and a lottery ticket. The pain he felt was truly heartbreak, but the worst was yet to come.
The rest of the gang had stood back and stared. Aelita was now crying freely, and hanging onto Jerimie, who seemed to find great interest in the ground. Odd had his hand on Ulrich's shoulder, and was watching sadly as the scene unfolded.
When her tears had finally dried, the bell decided the ring. She sniffled and stood on her wobbly legs, and Ulrich followed. He had offered to walk her to the infirmary, but she had declined. The pain would go away with time. Or so she had thought at the time.
He walked with his head down for the rest of the day, hand shoved deep into his pockets. If he had lifted his head, you would see the side effects of his tear prone eyes. At lunch, he had retired to his room, feeling to melancholy to socialize.
Yumi had felt invisible during her classes, alone. Guilt had overcome her heart, and grief was taking over her mind. She had messed up big time, and she knew it. More regrets, more pain.
When the day ended, he had still offered to walk her home. She had agreed, wanting to spend as much time with him as humanly possible. He was going to be gone in 7 days, eliminated from her life. No more hugs, no more kisses. An absence of the love she had longed for. She was about to lose everything she had worked so hard to get, and she had no choice. Her parents were ruining her life, and they didn't even notice.
They were crushing his heart, as well. From the moment he met her, he had known he was in love. They had always been friends, until three months ago. Those months had gone by like minutes, seconds ticking off a clock. She was slipping through his fingers, he had no control over the situation, and he hated it. His loved one was leaving him forever, and he had yet to realize the true difficulty of a long distance relationship.
The future was grim for the two, losing touch with each other only two years after the move. Neither would move on to a new relationship, as much as Odd would encourage Ulrich to do. Yumi would stick to her school work, and soon to be her job. She had no time for relationships; they were a waste of energy. The memory of her first love would stick with her forever, reminding her that he was still out there somewhere.
Their love for each other would never be forgotten, dulled to mere memories. In seven years, however, they would be reunited. With 4 days less than the original seven, can their hearts mend, and memories become reality? An intern in charge of three French men, their tour guide and translator, plus a lonely business man on a three day trip to Japan. The outcome, something unforeseen.
AN: little pre-two shot to my recent story Three Days. Someone wanted me to write a little more to it, so there it is. Read and review meh lufflies, ;P
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