In the city of freedom, where its citizens constantly celebrate their free will, corruption seeps through the cracks and shadows.
Within the darkness, however, a small flame flickers offering hope for another chance and guarded by the delicate...
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Time 7:30 pm Day 26/5
What had happened in my past was not anything short of gaslighting and someone being a Mama's boy; for I met him in a cat cafe, on an early spring morning, a perfect average day for a person who had finally found her beat in the world. I had my balance. A small business running slowly but steady, a small apartment, a little money to spare, and friends and family to make my day. It was okay to say the least. Boar Canyon had only opened recently as the new competitive steakhouse to Good Hunter. Competition was a bit rough with my restaurant not located near the main market plaza, but alot of people were fond of our take out offer and fast delivery, despite covering a small diameter.
My worries had eased for the first time in a long while, and the shadows of my eyes had been proof of me trying to follow up on the daily dinner rush of the afternoon. Gifting myself with a warm cat shaped latte was only obligatory. That is until he came along, Kamisato Ayato, a beautiful man with the sweetest smile and gentle eyes that formed crescents whenever he got shy or flustered. He was a calm person, soft like the wind and steady as the flow of water. He had apparently taken notice of a book I had been reading ever since I got to the cafe, he opened up the discussion of the theories he had on the story's plot and at the time I got so caught up in the moment at meeting a fan of such a book. Things were simple. . . every morning we often came to have breakfast together, before parting ways. It was nothing strange in my eyes. Just friends. . . until he got "romantic".
He wrote me cheesy poems, left me flowers, sweets, and plushies and everything my heart had laid out to him about my interests. Like fool. A love struck fool, I danced with him on the board game of life, spinning and twirling till the world became a blur and I was then sitting at the center of my restaurant with him on one knee and a ring held out to me.
With a rose in hand he introduced me to his family: father and mother, sister and maid. . .and all those who served at his place. An estate. He was rich, flooding with money and wealth to the point I got scared. He never mentioned any of this, I did not even know what his family worked, and when I asked they seemed to all grow. . . Distant. Strict. Cold and cruel.
Not knowing what I had done I tried to please his father and mother, while he stood at the sidelines watching me with those pitiful eyes I had noticed, like I was a child begging for attention. They excepted so much, yet I could offer only so little materialistically. With the stress and his mother and father chasing after me. . . .my mental state wavered, and my body fell apart. Nothing felt okey anymore. Infact, everything was anything but okay. My suppliers were refusing to work with me and the harder I searched for alternatives the higher the prices went. . . Until the restaurant fell into a mess. . . And then Ayato came. He held me in his arms one night when I was checking the finances of the restaurant. I cried that night, held onto him like I was bound to fall. . . And then I signed the restaurant to him like he advised me, " Sign it in my name and I'll finance everything, we'll work together."