memories | yuzuru hanyu ff (on hold)

Chapter 6

I ran back towards my mom and caught my breath.

'It can't be. Why here? Why now?'

"So? What was it about?" My mom asked.

"It was a celebrity, I don't know who he is." I replied getting in the taxi.

She nodded and looked at her phone. I thought of what happened back there. It was Yuzuru Hanyu, my ex. The person I've been dreading to see, is here in Canada, let alone, the same state. I remembered what happened in the crowd. 

I saw him with a familiar luggage, the same luggage I saw in school that night. He was wearing a jacket that said 'Japan' in the back. He's wearing that oddly familiar white mask, and walked confidently to the van. I looked at him with disbelief. I tried shouting for his name but nothing came out and the door of the van shut closed.

I snapped out of the memory and here I am. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I felt a hand on my back, and jumped from the shock. I looked back and saw my mom looking at me worriedly.

"Wha's wrong with you?" She asked, looking me up and down.

"Nothing..." I brushed off.

She nodded, sensing that I didn't wanna talk about it, and fished something from her bag. She gave me a water bottle and I gladly took it. I sipped the liquid and relaxed on my seat. I looked out of the window and scanned through the foreign streets. I looked at my phone to check the time.

'10:46pm'

I looked out of the window again and observed the buildings of Toronto, trying to get my mind off of that person.

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We reached our home and not gonna lie, it was huge for me and my mom. I looked at my mom weirdly, asking why she bought this big of a house.

"What? I saved enough money for us to be here. You don't think we were just going to live in a small apartment, did you?" She asked.

"Ehh, not a small one but not a huge one." I answered.

She shrugged and went inside. I followed, carrying my stuff into the house. It was a nice house, with a nice interior. It was a modern Japanese home, which was perfect in my opinion. It had two floors but a wide width. The first floor had the masters bedroom, which probably, my mom will take. It also has two guest rooms, the main kitchen, the dining area, and the living room that had a fire place to keep us warm for the winter. I went upstairs, leaving the luggage and bringing my backpack, and checked every room. There was three rooms upstairs, one was a fairly large room while the other two was a room enough to be a bedroom.

'More than enough, actually'

There was also a balcony right around the hall. If you think about it, it can have swimming pool.

I picked one of the smaller rooms and scanned through it. The house was still empty and we needed to fix some stuff but, other than that, we're off on a great start.

My mom called my name, her footsteps near to where I was.

"Here!" I shouted from my room. She walked towards the room I"m in.

She leaned towards the door frame and looked at me. I stood up and walked towards her, and gave her a big hug. She hugged back.

She may not be the perfect mom but she's trying, and it shows. We pulled away in silence and left the room.

"I'm kind of hungry, mom" I said while watching my steps going down the stairs.

"Yeah me too. Let's go to a Japanese restaurant, I'm not so fond of the food here yet." She said as she made a disgusted face.

I chuckled and grabbed my phone and wallet from my bag, and she did the same. I checked the time before leaving.

'11:27pm'

'Almost midnight?'

We walked out of the house, with a smile on our face.

'This isn't so bad after all...'

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We found a nearby place which was open for 24 hours. It's convenient for us since it was late already. It was also ran by a Japanese family which makes it even better.

"いらっしゃいませ! (Irasshaimase - please come in)" The waiter greeted gleefully.

We went in with a smile, also removing our shoes out of respect. We bowed towards the worker and guided us to our seats. Even though it was late at night, there were still lots of people eating. We sat down and started to order. I ordered Soba since I wanted something light for my stomach and my mom ordered Unagi, which was grilled eel. We called the waiter so we can tell him our orders until a familiar voice echoed through the restaurant.

"おじさん! (Oji-san - Mister or Uncle)" He shouted.

I looked at the person's voice and immediately regretted it.

"Yuzuru-san, Welcome back!" The old man greeted him.

I looked away hoping that he wouldn't eat here.

'Who am I kidding? Of course he's eating here.'

My mom looked at me weirdly, asking if I was ready to order. I just nodded and told the waiter my order. I bowed at him and my mom for being rude. The waiter left with the note on his hand while I listened to the conversation that Yuzuru and the owner was having.

'Shit, I shouldn't listen but, what am I doing? Listening.'

They stopped talking and I heard faint footsteps coming in. I put my head down, making my hair go to my face. It sounded as if they were two people. I looked at my mom, still giving me a weird look and gave her a sign to ignore me. She got the message and went to her phone. I didn't dare to look up until they walked pass us. Their footsteps getting fainter and fainter as they walked further away from us. They sat down and started to order.

It was him and a woman. I looked at the woman, probably the same age as my mom and thought that it was actually his mom. Then I looked back at him.

He was breathtaking. He's still the same person that I fell in love with during my first year. I shook my head wanting to forget my stupid self. I looked back at my mom which gave me a look of 'Are you gonna tell me or no?'. I can't help but smile, and just nodded that I'll tell her. I looked back at Yuzuru and his mom. Their line of sight isn't directed to me so they can't see me. They talked and laughed. He looks happy.

But, my heart ached at the thought that he's actually fine without me, and while I,

I'm still that hopeless person that clings onto their memories.