If Gumi thinks she can suffer alone she's wrong. She's never been more wrong.
I know I shouldn't stick my nose in other people's business, girlfriend or not, but I'm making it my business.
Except she wouldn't talk to me.
However, she does talk to Miku and Co. Who knew they'd ever be of actual use? Of course I don't actually talk to them that much. I mean, I have more recently, but still not much.
I used Luka to get to them. I asked her to ask Miku to ask Gumi if something was wrong. I'd get the message back the same way. Luka, despite being a little devil herself, didn't really like taking such sneaky strategies to extract information from someone.
But dammit I love the girl, and she's hurting. She won't let me help.
Then she asked what I'd do, if it was...particularly bad news.
I'd live with it. I would. Luka agreed to help, but reluctantly.
The plan was put into motion in the afternoon, after lunch. It worked well. Too well. That evening, after Miku could relay what she got to Luka, my friend called me and told me everything. Apparently, Gumi started talking pretty quickly, the moment after Miku asked. She was bottling it up.
At first I was pretty torn between thinking it was sweet, and thinking it was terrible. She can't bear to lose me, which is romantic in its own way, but damn it doesn't work like that.
But then I heard the whole story and I could understand a little. I forced myself to understand, because if it caused Gumi so much pain, it wasn't easy for her, either.
I hadn't slept that night. Gumi wasn't with me, so I was alone, in my bed, tossing and turning.
It was hell. I couldn't imagine living the rest of my life with this emptiness next to me, or worse, someone else in her place.
I understood to some extent. The following morning, I called her on her phone, since she'd already left to school. The moment I told her we needed to talk, she hung up.
Wrong words. Shit.
So, I decided to go to her. If she's going to run, then I'm going to run with her.