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Title: Heart-warming Childhood Tales, Chapter Eighteen
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Motoki--Chamomile
Genre: Romance
Version: Anime
Rating: PG
Motoki can remember every detail of it perfectly. He was wearing a dark blue sweater, not scratchy, and preparing a cup of chamomile tea for himself and the room smelled of gardenias and there were accounting books open on the table, when the mail arrived.
Motoki had left the tea packet to soak (there had only been two others in the box; he’d put it on the shopping list) and put the pile of mail on top of the notebooks to go through.
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The stamp had had a dorky cartoon of he continent of Africa with a mane and tail, he remembered that.
Dear Motoki, Reika’s letter had read. This may seem a bit sudden, but for the longest time I didn’t want to tell you about this because I didn’t think anything would come of it. You know we agreed years ago that we could see other people? Not that I don’t still miss you and treasure the memories of your time together, but I’m getting married. He
Motoki couldn’t read past that for the longest time. His first thought wasn’t one of betrayal or anger or even the wistful regret he would sometimes feel later, but the single thought, Now I can propose to Makoto.
Title: Heart-warming Childhood Tales, Chapter Eighteen
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Motoki--Chamomile
Genre: Romance
Version: Anime
Rating: PG
Motoki can remember every detail of it perfectly. He was wearing a dark blue sweater, not scratchy, and preparing a cup of chamomile tea for himself and the room smelled of gardenias and there were accounting books open on the table, when the mail arrived.
Motoki had left the tea packet to soak (there had only been two others in the box; he’d put it on the shopping list) and put the pile of mail on top of the notebooks to go through.
Advertisement, bill, advertisement, letter…
The stamp had had a dorky cartoon of he continent of Africa with a mane and tail, he remembered that.
Dear Motoki, Reika’s letter had read. This may seem a bit sudden, but for the longest time I didn’t want to tell you about this because I didn’t think anything would come of it. You know we agreed years ago that we could see other people? Not that I don’t still miss you and treasure the memories of your time together, but I’m getting married. He
Motoki couldn’t read past that for the longest time. His first thought wasn’t one of betrayal or anger or even the wistful regret he would sometimes feel later, but the single thought, Now I can propose to Makoto.