Profligacy
She used to read stories in magazines she knew she shouldn't buy, tales of one Aino Minako, popstar and celebrity, and of her extravagant lifestyle. She would sit alone in her quiet apartment, flipping through glossy pages and viewing photographs snapped by paparazzi while thinking about the girl she used to know.
Different men, different parties, different appearances…
She could remember the last magazine she had purchased for some tell all interview, and on page thirty seven, Minako had talked about her boyfriend, and about how she had never been more in love.
Rei had rolled the magazine up, jaw clenched, and pitched it into the trashcan with a hollow thud.
She then fetched a tumbler down from the cupboard and a bottle of alcohol from the pantry, and tried desperately to ignore the ache in her chest.
It was at that moment in her kitchen, as she wobbled on the fence between past and present, that she vowed to never waste another thought on that woman.
She tossed amber liquid back, and the burn in her throat was almost incomparable to the sting in her eyes.
She supposed they were both liars now.