in which an ordinary school's drama club turns out to be the entire school's ego. 'when we're on that stage, only you and me know that what we're doing isn't acting, we're sorting out our issues.'
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"It's like you wasted my time Tooru. All those months that passed, I thought you were just at your aunt's house for a few days or something, but no. Then I go and find out you were in Chicago for the past year, then come back here, to Miami, without even telling me! I thought you just up and left me." I'm far from furious. I was enraged. His goody-two-shoes facade is nauseating to look at.
"Yeah but I'm here now aren't I?"
"Are you? Are you even sure that you'll be here for the next week, month, or even year? That's the thing Tooru, I'm afraid!" I bonk my fist on the table. "I'm scared you'll leave again after we rebuild our relationship. It's eating me up by the second."
"Iwa-chan..let me speak, please. I hate how you're beating yourself up over this when I should be the one feeling bad. What I did was wrong, I know that now. But you can't keep being scared!"
"And why not Tooru? Tell me what you came up with that'll help both of us out in the long-run."
"I'm moving in with my cousin in a few months. That way..I won't have to move with my parents anymore."
When you plant a seed and wait hours and hours for it to grow but it never does, you feel defeated. The next day, you have a whole sunflower. Just like how my heart was hurting, I was waiting for it to heal. Then I heard those words and it felt like my heart blossomed into a flower garden, all my worries disappeared.
