sm_monthly Dec 24 theme
Reading about the five stages of grief, so it was evidentially in the back of my mind. Also Keith Olberman. Other chapters
Title: Heart-warming Childhood Tales, Chapter Sixteen
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Motoki--Countdown
Genre: Angst
Version: Anime
Rating: PG
Five days.
“Got your passport?”
“Motoki, if I didn’t have my passport already it would be a little too late now.”
Four days.
She won’t actually go. She won’t.
“Are you done packing?”
“I haven’t finished doing laundry yet.”
Three days.
I hate her, I hate her, I hate her. Worst person in the world for leaving.
“Motoki?” Reika looked worriedly at him. “Are you alright?”
“It’s just the traffic.”
Two days.
If you stay, I’ll be the best boyfriend ever. I’ll make sure you never regret staying.
“Kanpai.”
“I’ll miss you so much, Reika!”
“I’ll miss you too, Unazuki.”
“You’d better write,” Hina threatened as Motoki stole the bottle of Champaign from Mamoru.
One day.
If only I had more time…
“Come on. Let’s go get tempura and ramen at the greasy all-night place down the corner.”
“It’s two a.m.”
“Come on, you won’t get it again for a year.”
“Okay.”
In the airport.
“Motoki, stop squeezing so hard. You’re hurting my hand.”
“Sorry.”
“I guess I’ve been insensitive. Are you…?”
“I’ll be okay.”
Title: Heart-warming Childhood Tales, Chapter Sixteen
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Motoki--Countdown
Genre: Angst
Version: Anime
Rating: PG
Five days.
“Got your passport?”
“Motoki, if I didn’t have my passport already it would be a little too late now.”
Four days.
She won’t actually go. She won’t.
“Are you done packing?”
“I haven’t finished doing laundry yet.”
Three days.
I hate her, I hate her, I hate her. Worst person in the world for leaving.
“Motoki?” Reika looked worriedly at him. “Are you alright?”
“It’s just the traffic.”
Two days.
If you stay, I’ll be the best boyfriend ever. I’ll make sure you never regret staying.
“Kanpai.”
“I’ll miss you so much, Reika!”
“I’ll miss you too, Unazuki.”
“You’d better write,” Hina threatened as Motoki stole the bottle of Champaign from Mamoru.
One day.
If only I had more time…
“Come on. Let’s go get tempura and ramen at the greasy all-night place down the corner.”
“It’s two a.m.”
“Come on, you won’t get it again for a year.”
“Okay.”
In the airport.
“Motoki, stop squeezing so hard. You’re hurting my hand.”
“Sorry.”
“I guess I’ve been insensitive. Are you…?”
“I’ll be okay.”