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-3 hours earlier than first chapter-
Misaki brushed her fringe out of her eyes with the back of her hand and continued wiping the bench-top with all-out aggression.
"Trust him Misaki"
"Don't get jealous too easily..."
"Stop being selfish!"
Demands upon demands rained down upon her mood and shackled her down.
She hated the fact that she loved him but she honestly couldn't help it. This guy meant the world to her and maybe even more than that. He forced his way into her frozen heart and melted it down to a sort of gooey soufflé type mess.
Why was she so uneasy? Why was she so scared to lose him?
"Cuz you love him dumbass." Muttered her inner consciousness.
Whatever.
The head maid called out to her with her usual cheery sing-song type voice and requested a dish to be brought to table number 3.
That used to be where Usui would sit.
Ever since the moment where he had asked her to be his, he had sat at table 3. The number 3 played a very important part in her life. The number 3 symbolised the beginning of their love.
Misaki's eyes glazed over and she exhaled deeply.
That fateful day...She recollected the memories lovingly and sighed a good long sigh.
It was 3am and snowing.
It wasn't bucketing, it was just the type of snow that drenched you without you realising.
Soft and light.
She had slid her hand into his and blushed. She remembered how her stomach felt as it flopped about causing her to feel sick, in a good way of course.
She remembered how the air smelt fresh and crisp and how no matter how early in the morning it was, she wasn't the least bit tired.
She remembered slumping down into her thick wooly scarf and shivering gently.
"Are you cold Misa? Let me keep you warm my flower. Take my jacket."
"I-I'm fine...idiot! You're gonna get sick like that!"
"And you're not going to?"
"...Whatever."
Misaki slunk deeper into her scarf puffed her cheeks annoyedly. Could she ever win against him?
"Misa, let's talk. We're alone now...So I think I want to ask you something. Well, go out with me."
"That wasn't a question... Idiot!" Misaki spat
Her eyes widened and she flailed her arms about.
"You haven't answered me."
"Yeah."
"Yeah what?!"
"Yeah I WILL GO OUT WITH YOU OKAY YOU PERVERTED SON OF A BITCH."
An awkward wintry breeze passed by as Usui just chuckled.
"Only your's, my flower."
Quietly reminiscing she frowned and with a heavy heart carelessly threw down a platter of moe moe omelette rice.
"Thankyou for ordering master I hope you enjoy your meal."
"Thank you."
The head maid looked on in despair. Erika eyed Honoka who nodded solemnly and continued polishing cutlery.
Aoi hissed and stormed out of the room. He knew what was coming. In fact, they all did.
What else could happen?
No daily visits from the blonde, no more last minute chef shifts... even the table number three itself seemed to miss Takumi's presence.
Relationships can take either of two routes. They could completely work out and the couple could proceed to be together until the end or the relationship could just crackle away and fade.
The sad fact of matter with this is that all the relationships think they're going to work. Whether it be just from following your own heart or even just knowing the compatibility that you two have.
No one ever thinks their love will end;
but most of the time it does.
Whether it becomes an ugly break-up or a simple easy clean break-up it hurts all the same.
Looking down at her freshly polished shoes, Misaki acknowledged this reality and braced herself.
"Be strong, you can get through this, have faith."
Misaki looked up at the source of the voice and realised she actually had to look down, perhaps even kneel.
A young elementary (primary) school girl clutched a satchel in one hand and reached out to her with the other.
"I don't know what you are going through, but just don't lose faith or hope because as the human race, it is all we have. You don't know me miss, but, I can see you're struggling. We all can, and I think you seem like you truly deserve better than this, okay miss?"
The girl gently patted Misaki on the back and grinned from ear to ear.
Misaki almost dropped her platter as she eyed this girl up and down.
Such wise words from such a young girl really took her aback quite abit.
It was quite startling.
As her throat grew dry Misaki gulped and blinked away her tears.
"Thankyou...so very much."
The girl nodded and toddled back to table number 9, the table which ordered a soulful soup.
"Soul..ful." Misaki murmured
Wandering back down memory lane Misaki recalled a time where Usui had actually sung her songs.
She grimaced at the time he had sung her "Beautiful soul" by Jesse Mccartney and shut her eyes for a moment trying to recollect the emotions she had felt that day.
The memory of her blushing and hiding her head away into his chest as he sung. This only amplified his voice and made her turn an even more crimson shade.
"I don't want another pretty face, I don't want just anyone to hold, I don't want my love to go to waste,
I want you and your beautiful soul-"
Was there really anything that this perfect man couldn't do?
Sing, cook...Act.
Stupid idiot.
A shiny silver platter came crashing down to the ground and all eyes were on the thoughtful maid. She felt the glares and tuts of disapproval pierce through her almost as if they were rusted daggers.
"I-I'm sor- excuse me."
Misaki clambered down to the ground, picked up the platter and stormed off.
Something bad was going to happen, she just felt it in her bones. The feeling shook her down and stripped her of all sanity.
It didn't help that she had an extra shift that evening as she had to cover for the new recruit. She was a short yet snobby little girl whom had quite the addiction to nail polish. She went by the name of Sakura-chan because she found it cute, even though her name was actually Mei.
Scowling, Misaki headed out the backdoor only throwing on an overcoat to hide her maid outfit.
All in all, the uneasy feeling in her gut never faded. Despite passing by the lonely streetlight that always managed to calm her tsunami-esque mood, the storm in her mind raged on.
Misaki's message tone sounded and her heart skipped a beat. Her throat went dry and her palms broke out into a cold sweat.
"Meet me in the state park 8 we need 2 talk"
Damn.
I knew it I knew it I knew it.
Shaking, she slid her phone in her pocket and tried to find her breath. Try as she might, she couldn't breathe. It was as if the man himself reached deep into her lungs and stole away her ability to even inhale.
Did she even want to see him?
A part of her was completely against it and another part of her wanted to just fall into his arms again, even if it was the last time.
To just sink into his chest and stay there, where all was safe and warm. Everything just felt right when she rested her head on his shoulder. He'd often just pat her head and run his fingers through her long silken hair. The words "Everything will be fine, I'll always be here for you." was all she needed.
That was all about to come to an end.
Misaki never understood why this man meant so much to her. The constant teasing and irritating retaliations drove her insane, yet without it she'd feel alone. Since when had she become so weak.
She had never let being alone bother her until Usui had come along. He was the one who taught her how to miss someone, even just for a day-perhaps even a few hours.
Was it so wrong to love someone so much?
Turning a corner Misaki stumbled on the curb and stabilised herself, un-phased by anything that was happening around her.
It was a mental war inside the kaichou's mind.
Just a talk, nothing to worry about.
She murmured
He might have been busy lately.
Lies.
He wouldn't just stop loving you like that.
More lies.
But at that moment, reassuring herself with lies was the only comfort she had.
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