Disclaimer:...any of the songs that I may have quoted are not mine, the characters is not mine...hell..the only thing that is mine is the compu...Damn it!! That's not mine either!!
As Mimi sat having lunch with her two best friends Miyako and Ken, she ast dazed, thinking about this stranger. "Mimi, what the hell is up with you today? Why are you so out of it?" Miyako said, rubbing her 7 month pregnant stomach and taking a bite of her salad. "Yeah, what's up?" Ken chimed in, finishing up a phone conversation with his undercover lover, Michael. "Usually you're all over the place, yelling about you secretary or swooning over how much you think you need that sexy doctor over at the hospital, ready to break a leg..." "Shut up, Ken!" Mimi said laughing. "You guys, On the train this morning...this sexy..."
"Oh my goodness! This girl can't even think straight! SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!!" Miyako said, mood swinging. .. "Well, you know how I always say that the eyes are the window to the soul, right? This gut that I met on the train...well not actually met, more like bumped into...his eyes told me that I would love to spend the rest of my life with this man...that I would love to just be with him...and his eyes were on me. Now I'm not sure that my eyes said the same thing to him, but her sure seemed as stuck as I was when I got off of that train...our souls made love and I feel, some how, connected to him." "Well," Ken said, getting excited over his friend's new found passion "what did you say?" "We didn't exchange one word." "What?!? After all that we taught you? After all the game I taught you!!? You didn't bend down, lick the lips, nothing?! See now, if you would have taken that advice, your sprung ass wouldn't be here right now, you'd be at his house calling out of work sick!!" Ken and Miyako exchanged high fives. "Now, I've got to get back to work, sweety". Ken said, getting up. "Don't worry your pretty little head, something great will happen!" "Yeah, you'll see!" Miyako said, mentally splitting the bill three ways.
'They are writing an essay today.' Taichi decided mentally, because that was the only was that he wouldn't have to teach too much...there was too much on his mind. He taught a creative writing class at one of the local high schools, regarded (by the students, at least) as one of the coolest teachers in the school. He was also one of the youngest: 25. The only time when he could really express himself was in his class room and with his friends, which meant not very often. Lord knows that even in his own home, he was not truly himself. He had given away too much of himself in marriage to give her more than just the mask that was the Taichi that she had married 2 years earlier. But this was every day. Now he had a new dilemma: 'who was the goddess on the train this morning...I'm married so why am I having these feeling now?!' He never was good with emotions, but looking at her, he felt almost like his former self, instead of the shell he could currently call himself.
"You're going to use this period to brainstorm. This is your topic," He said, exhaustedly to his 1st period class, sophomores. He wrote on the board: 'I knew I shouldn't have done it but...' "Start writing." He put his head down on the desk and started to bang it lightly on the desk, trying desperately to get the image of the honey-eyed stranger out of his mind. Only when he brought his sore forehead up from the desk did he realize that all of his student's were staring at him as if he glued feathers too his ass and started dancing the funky chicken. "Did I not sat 'start writing?' Get to work! This paper is due first thing tomorrow."
When he stepped foot into his house, his wife, Sora, chirped a quick greeting in his direction, then went back to whatever she was doing on her laptop. She didn't even see the guilty look that he shot her before going to take a shower. He felt guilty about having these feeling for another woman, one he didn't talk to, didn't do anything with, didn't kiss, or anything. He felt guilty just for having these feelings for this stranger that he didn't share for his wife, a woman her liked, but didn't love, and he found himself trying to recall why he had married her in the first place. He recalled their close friendship, the one that they had all through college, and the few nights that they had spent together in those days were great, but he felt as if he were obligated to marry her because of how close they were. In the end, he found himself sacrificing for her, but not because she was his wife, but hecause she was pregnant. He recalled coming home one day, and where the small bulge of pregnancy should have been , but wasn't. She noticed him staring and began to ramble on and on about her body this and her body that and that thing inside of her and her whole life ahead of her to have a family and blah blah blah he was all she needed in her life right now...but her wasn't listening. He knew right then and there: she had gotten an abortion.