[Spiral;challenge] the right words
Kiyotaka, Madoka
For 31_days. Feb 10th. the lost husband
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"As you can see," he said, "I have been with you all this time. I have never left you alone, not even once."
"Bullshit."
It was hard not to reach out for him, for the man who had brought her the greatest happiness but also caused her the greatest hurt in her life. His words stung, and her anger was more for her slighted brother-in-law. No matter how much Ayumu may have been like his brother, may be like the man she loved, Ayumu had been Ayumu to her. He was not Kiyotaka, and for that she had loved Ayumu for it.
She had never seen Ayumu as a substitute, whether he was better or poorer for it.
"You left me alone for two years. Two. Years. You hadn't even the guts to tell me to my face your reasons for leaving, no, you left it to Ayumu to do that! If it weren't for Ayumu I would have been dead!"
He smiled that ineffable smile, the one that she had fallen in love with three years ago. "But I did tell you myself."
She felt like punching him, and tried. His hand snapped up, catching her closed fist effortlessly. "You're just as fiery as ever, Madoka."
"Listen to me," she bit out. "Ayumu isn't you. He hasn't been you, he has never been you. You were the one I lost for the past two years, Kiyotaka, and don't you go about denying that fact. And I had just managed to get over the fact that you might have been dead forever-"
"But now I am back."
Back and ready to step back neatly into her life, to properly fill in the gaping emptiness that Ayumu had always tried so hard to fit into. Just like the bastard Kiyotaka always was, only she never saw it until now. She felt bile rise in her throat.
"I'm not sure about that," she retorted. He had released her hand, his fingers gently rubbing over her wrist and her heart had leapt rebelliously against her current emotions. She twisted her hand away.
"You are angry with me," he noted.
"I am being angry for Ayumu."
His reply was non-committal. "Aa."
"Do you even love me, Kiyotaka? Or was I simply just another pawn in your great plan?"
He looked at her, really looked at her, clearly this time, his eyes no longer shadowed by the fringe that she had adored, and still do. She stared defiantly back, waiting for his answer.
"I do...love you," he said. "And I... I am sorry for leaving you."
She wasn't going to let him off just on that. "Good. You'd better tell that to Ayumu too."
And she finally flung her arms around him.
For 31_days. Feb 10th. the lost husband
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"As you can see," he said, "I have been with you all this time. I have never left you alone, not even once."
"Bullshit."
It was hard not to reach out for him, for the man who had brought her the greatest happiness but also caused her the greatest hurt in her life. His words stung, and her anger was more for her slighted brother-in-law. No matter how much Ayumu may have been like his brother, may be like the man she loved, Ayumu had been Ayumu to her. He was not Kiyotaka, and for that she had loved Ayumu for it.
She had never seen Ayumu as a substitute, whether he was better or poorer for it.
"You left me alone for two years. Two. Years. You hadn't even the guts to tell me to my face your reasons for leaving, no, you left it to Ayumu to do that! If it weren't for Ayumu I would have been dead!"
He smiled that ineffable smile, the one that she had fallen in love with three years ago. "But I did tell you myself."
She felt like punching him, and tried. His hand snapped up, catching her closed fist effortlessly. "You're just as fiery as ever, Madoka."
"Listen to me," she bit out. "Ayumu isn't you. He hasn't been you, he has never been you. You were the one I lost for the past two years, Kiyotaka, and don't you go about denying that fact. And I had just managed to get over the fact that you might have been dead forever-"
"But now I am back."
Back and ready to step back neatly into her life, to properly fill in the gaping emptiness that Ayumu had always tried so hard to fit into. Just like the bastard Kiyotaka always was, only she never saw it until now. She felt bile rise in her throat.
"I'm not sure about that," she retorted. He had released her hand, his fingers gently rubbing over her wrist and her heart had leapt rebelliously against her current emotions. She twisted her hand away.
"You are angry with me," he noted.
"I am being angry for Ayumu."
His reply was non-committal. "Aa."
"Do you even love me, Kiyotaka? Or was I simply just another pawn in your great plan?"
He looked at her, really looked at her, clearly this time, his eyes no longer shadowed by the fringe that she had adored, and still do. She stared defiantly back, waiting for his answer.
"I do...love you," he said. "And I... I am sorry for leaving you."
She wasn't going to let him off just on that. "Good. You'd better tell that to Ayumu too."
And she finally flung her arms around him.