𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋✔︎

𝑀𝑦 𝐹𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙. ²⁸

[Aneka]

"Here." He handed me a bowl of ramen and I carefully took it.

"I'm sorry, Aneka. I really mean it." He apologized and I just looked down at the ramen for a second before eating it.

"I had no right making you kill your own husband like that. I shouldn't have done it without you there. Or maybe I shouldn't have done it at all. I-...I need help." He says and I looked up at him.

Tadashi looked at me with a sad expression while I just looked back down and continued eating.

"I SAID I NEED HELP! DON'T YOU THINK I DO?! DO YOU CARE?!" Tadashi shouted before hitting the bowl off the table, making it shatter and become a mess on the floor. I got up and went on my knees, cleaning the mess up.

"No, don't clean anymore. You've done enough." He says, squating down and grabbing my wrist as I hissed in pain.

Tadashi looked at me then at my wrist. I looked the other way in shame as he pealed down my sleeve, seeing cigarette burns that were barely starting to heal.

"You were with him for 4 days. You came back and it's only been 1 day. How long ago was this?" Tadashi asked, holding my wrist up. I didn't answer but pulled my wrist away.

"Come on. Let's go to bed." He says, rubbing his nose as he got up and went upstairs, leaving me on the floor. I picked up the stuff off the ground and threw it away in the trash then went upstairs.

I got into bed, laying on my side as I face the other way. He lays down behind me. I felt his back touch mine.

It was quiet and dark.

"Aneka, I need help." He whispered.

"I know there's something wrong with me. I wanna be a better person. I wanna be a better person for you because I..." he paused and I felt his back as he sighed quietly to himself.

Everytime he would talk, I felt the vibrations in my back that was against his from his deep voice. I felt his breathing, his humming, his movement.

"I love you. I'm scared that if one day, I could just snap and hurt you. I don't wanna hurt you, Aneka." Tadashi confessed and I opened my eyes.

He...loves me?

Why does he care now? I mean, if he loves me than of course he's gonna care. That's what people that love each other, right? They care for each other and would do anything for that other person. That's what Tadashi did for me. He killed my abusive husband for me. He thought I would want that. It wasn't for him. It was for me.

This is the first time in years that I've heard those 3 words from someone, from anyone really?

I felt his back move away from mine, feeling exposed to the cold. I turned around and saw him sitting up, face in the palm of his hands.

"..Tadashi..." I mumbled softly, finally talking and he looked at me with tears rolling down his cheeks. I frowned at his expression.

"I'm sorry." He cried, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me into a hug.

Once Tadashi let go, I sat back, wiping his tears and kissing his cheek to comfort him.

"Lay down with me." I told, putting my hand into his and laying down on the bed. Tadashi lays down as well, facing me while more tears fell from his eyes, onto the pillow he was laying his head on.

I've never seen him cry before. Why is it make me sad? Why do I care? Could it be that I...