Akito
Dear Akito,
I hope you like the breakfast I made for you. I know I'm not the greatest cook you've ever met and I know I can wind you up easily unintentionally. I'm sorry for trying to hide it from you but just know that, I would never deceive you, you know I love you right? But I'll be honest with you, and I know I'm being cowardly for not confronting with you face-to-face, I did go to a party where I got completely wrecked, with no recollection of the night. I'm there in this hotel with no idea who may have been with me that night. I'm really sorry Akito, I cannot face you right now. We need time alone to figure our relationship out.
Sana.
I read the letter over and over, paying close attention to certain bits of the letter that threw me off. The letter was like some sort of mine field with some sentences that look like they'll explode in my face as the words seems to grow in size. What really put me off was the fact that she couldn't face me and wanted us to have this time alone, this time alone which I have failed to comprehend. Time alone could mean another way of saying that there is no hope in the relationship. And as I read the letter more and more, examining the meaning behind the words conveyed, the words became more and more blurry what with my eyes becoming more and more aqueous. The tears pitter pattered onto the letter intensifying the colour of the ink from a fountain pen and ruining the cursive style of Sana's writing which exudes femininity in a way that I hadn't known before until I had seen her writing for the first time at its best.
From where me and Fuka sat on a bench which had distinctive wheel design to hold up the bench beyond the usually neglected public park were two elementary kids playing the game 'tag' or 'it' or 'tig' or whatever it was called where the person who was 'it' would try to touch someone to get rid of the position of being 'it.' The two elementary kids looked uncannily like me and Sana when we had met in elementary school. Back when I was such a mischievous brat who caused a ruckus in the classroom to get my own way. I will never forget that day when Sana had got my family into the right mindset. When my workaholic father held me on his wide back for what felt like the very first time and when my sister had made soup for me when I had fallen ill. It was incredibly weird to have such a big change in the familial atmosphere but over time I had learnt to appreciate the changes that Sana brought into the family and had immersed myself in the positivity. Back then, things were a lot easier from the point we had officially became friends and before I had fallen for her. But even so, I don't think I could have been able to get away scot free from her aura.
'What are you thinking right now?' Fuka broke the awkward silence that hung above them.
'Nothing really,' I lied and acted cool about it all.
Denying these stupid feelings I had for Sana and wanting to move on but I couldn't and shouldn't be thinking of that because I too, had done a bad thing by almost striking a blow at her in anger. For all I know, the baby could well have been mine. Maybe somewhere between the passionate kissing and touching, we had created a mini Akito or mini Sana. Sometimes, the best things are the unexpected. But I couldn't help but think of those pessimistic words. Could it really be the end of us? And somewhere between my silent thinking, Fuka placed her hand on me and foolishly, I accepted the sentiments. And by letting my guard down, Fuka kissed me.