I do not own anything. No excuse, feel free to share your righteous indignation or your input. I thought of adding a flashback to the last chapter, because I haven't updated in a while. The bolded word symbolizes the beginning of the latest updated words.
"You're shocked? Why, I am his lover, aren't I? He fills me in on every mistake he makes, especially that night." Lulu spoke of Amu's happiest moment, as if it was just a slip of hand. She could hear the pity in the older woman's voice.
"That night? The night he told me he loved me?" The pain at the notion, tinged into Amu's words, spread a guilty cold air into Lulu's lungs. Lulu could only bring herself to nod in agreement.
Silent sobs and tears oppressed the small frame of the pinkette's and waited for release, but her might and pride refused to allow any visible weakness.
"Here's my offer: I show you to someone. It'll let you forget about Ikuto." Lulu smiled to her, but her hospitality bit at Amu's love all the more.
"Are you okay, Amu?" Amu construed a pitying pitch to his voice, and the muted cries rattled through the empty cavity in her core.
"Ikuto, you should give Amu some space. She's... unstable." Lulu glanced at Amu as if the golden honey eyes were cold eyes of a psychotic killer. However, Amu didn't blame her. The thoughts surfacing her mind weren't exactly sane.
"Amu," He whispered, reaching his hand out for her. At the contact, Amu shoved him away with scrunched eyebrows. The shrugged shoulders tensed into a guarded frame.
"What do you get from being nice to a charity case like me?" Her venomous words came across as the "unstable" case Lulu described.
"'Charity case'?" Ikuto scoffed in disbelief. "When will you ever see us as both man and woman going through reality? What will stop you from thinking this whole world conspires against you?" His words were tinged with sardonic feelings, but he "meant well".
"You people always think that you're helping charity like me, but you're just making it worse for everyone. Stop 'meaning well', and just be mean to me, will you?" The high-school student's hands bunched her plaid skirt.
"Don't you dare think I ever saw you as a charity case. I told you that I loved you. What else does it take for you to see that?" The ignited fellow spat out his words in anger. Yoru was completely spot on: Amu was denser than any other girl on this planet.
"Ikuto..." Lulu whispered inaudibly to herself. Always being benched, no matter how hard you try, was Lulu's daily routine; but what did it matter to Ikuto? All that mattered to Ikuto was the people he loved, and that was the sole trait Lulu loved about Ikuto, though it was the inception of her heartbreak.
"Think about your girlfriend here. Don't let such a good relationship fall for a charity-" A pair of lips cut off her train of thought, pressing firmly to her lips. Neither girl had time to stop this man's impulsive actions. Ikuto's arms moved to pull her closer, but despite the sacred euphoria, Amu's hand-made a deafening contact to his cheek. No matter how much Amu wanted this, she never wanted to hurt anyone to attain happiness.
"I'm sorry... Lulu," Amu said in grave tones, but the said girl was already blocks away with her mascara's running and ruining the perfect look she spent hours on. All that time she spent to woo him summed up to nothing. All she did meant nothing... again.
Girlfriend's Dead Boyfriend.
"Hotori~!" Lulu cried out to the florist boy setting flowers at the window stands. The blond boy wasn't so startled to see Lulu.
"Let me bring you in for some tea, first," Tadase suggested, leading her into the backroom. Two cups of steaming tea were already set. They both sat down in the metal chairs.
"Why does this girl get everything she wants?" With running make-up, Lulu begged him. "I bet you she hasn't spent as much time practicing her speech in mirrors as much as I have. Neither has she spent so much time on hair and make-up that she loses track of time fantasizing about how he'd compliment her. She doesn't want him as much as I do. I love him so much. What am I doing wrong?" Her garbled words were slightly incoherent, but Tadase caught the gist of what happened. She got dumped for another girl.
"What's wrong with doing what she's doing?" The florist part-timer shrugged shyly.
"What?!" She screeched, uncomprehending his words.
"You always act nice in front of this guy. Haven't you ever tried just being your natural self-stubborn, sometimes pessimistic, and loud?" His words lit a malicious fire in her.
"What, you mean to tell me that the girl who is your 'miracle' isn't the kind of girl exploding with emotion and sweet?" Lulu sneered, pulling her legs up and hugging them.
"Lulu, if he doesn't accept you, there's always men in the world who will treat you better. If you don't find anyone, I'll be there for you, as the uncle to your children or the creepy neighbor," Tadase said in attempts to cheer her up.
"Thanks, Tadase."
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