#nabewata

The tension coming from Mari could be cut with a knife, which made the smaller woman feel uneasy and nervous. Shudders ran all over Mayu’s spine, and not even the steamy coffee in front of her could calm her down. But she had the whole right to be mad at her, after all it was cruel to disappear just like that. The life of an idol was busy, it sure was, but she had plenty of chances to at least send a text message, but she didn’t want to seem too clingy.

But…No, there were no ‘buts’, especially when the other woman had been very sweet with her, maybe that was what made her nervous to text back? She bit her lower lip when Mari finally spoke to her, flinching on her seat as she drank a sip of latte. “Ehh…” Then paused, still managing to hold her gaze up to look at her, furrowing her brows as she struggled to say something that didn’t sound like a poor excuse.

Truth was that besides drowning herself in work, her mood was beyond down for…different reasons. She didn’t felt like venting up her frustrations and ruin things up…“So you no longer want to see me?” She inquired, unable to hide how embarrassed and hurt she was, licking her lips in anxiety. “I’m very sorry, Marichan. But I don’t like to face others at my worst.”

Mari’s jaw clenched, and she felt a pang of guilt hit her at the other’s last words. I don’t like to face others at my worst. She could understand what that was like. Perhaps she was being too harsh with Mayu. There was something the other was going through after all. But the sting was still there. She left without a word, and left Mari feeling small. Unimportant. Meaningless. Like everything they’d said and done amounted to nothing. It sucked. And Mari couldn’t help but blame herself, like she always did. The very thought saddened her, but she maintained her composure, refusing to show weakness.

Maybe all of this was enough to never want to see Mayu again. But a part of her knew she’d regret it. She still liked Mayu. A lot. She’d miss her. And wouldn’t her being here now be enough?

Mari didn’t know the answer to that. But she made her decision.

Send 💢 for my muse to get mad at yours for something they did.

Mari’s anger was a silent one. One made of cold stares and a voice devoid of its usual sweetness and sincerity (In a way, it reminded her of her father, though she’d never admit it). Granted, Mari had very little reason to be mad with Mayu. They weren’t together. Mayu didn’t owe her anything. And her life certainly was far busier than Mari’s ever was.  But time went by without a single call or text or mention of her whereabouts, and she couldn’t help but feel a little hurt. It left her thinking maybe she’d done something wrong. Said the wrong thing? Said too much? Too little? Had she been too boring? That was probably it. Usually was, at least she thought.