𩹠An uneasy Eudaemonia || Bellchi
Some things you canât ask help with. She disagreed silently. She had always wanted to help him and she always wanted him to help her too. This did not sound like the koko she knew and she was unsure about it all as he spoke. Betting on illegal street fights that sounded like the opposite of what her Koko would do.
Did she not know him at all? Was everything she thought she knew about him a lie? While he spoke her mind went a thousand miles a minute as she nodded slowly. her nails digging in her hands, leaving angry red marks before just the indents remained. âwe always have a choice,â she muttered but she wasnât a 100 per cent there, not right now as she tried to weigh every syllable that came from Koichiâs mouth.
If it had all been just about money- would Koko not have been able to come to her? Her family wasnât filthy rich but well off enough⌠âIâve never seen you place a bet, not even buy a scratch ticket,â the woman argued- still unsure as she just knew something wasnât right but could she say this? Could she just say I donât believe this, do it better. Would Koichi ever be honest? or was this the truth after all and she was just too set on the reason for their big break to be massive. Some big mysterious secret so it was âworthâ losing your best friend over.
âBut Koko, this is why our friendship was broken? Over a gambling debt?â If that was truly the reason, it was so sad and she just sat down and looked at the ground. Feeling defeated.
He was not going to argue with her about the freedom of choice- after all, his distance had kept her safe all these years, when there could've been a very different reality had the mafia known the two were close. Perhaps she saved herself from that fate when she witnessed him breaking his oat.
"We don't have to keep torturing ourselves with the past," he said then, jaw tight. "Maybe it's best to leave some things there." He wasn't going to let her mind wander further than it already had, catching on too many flaws in Koichi's flimsy story. Seeing her again in that grocery store after so many years had ignited some sort of a spark in him- like maybe, just maybe he had gotten a second chance to make things right. But now, it felt more like another way for life to torture him. He could never be truly honest with her. What was the point in trying to repair things?
"Just.. let me know what you need from me, when it comes to the war your people are facing. You know how to reach me," he wasn't looking at her anymore, his demeanour more distant than he'd ever been with her. He just needed the endless questioning to stop. "I need to head out for now." With that, he made his exit from her apartment.

















