One Time Mistake (All I Wanted book 2) Sakusa K. X OC Fanfiction (ONGOING)

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THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW

Balcony talks, where unspoken words are exchanged, where cigarettes are lit, and where wines are sipped.

She brings the cigarette up to her lips as she leaned on the cool cement. Her green dress flowed according to the wind's breeze while the woman behind her stood and stare; a glass of wine poured generously on the porcelain table. It was left untouched, like the unwavering facade the brunette held the past few minutes.

Exhaling a puff of smoke, Koemi then broke the silence.

"Misaki, was it? Can I call you that?"

"Sure." The brunette replied, skeptically.

"Mom told me all about you." Koemi started. "You write, right?"

Misaki nodded.

Koemi strutted her towards the coffee table where Misaki sat and took the seat across her, sitting promptly as she tapped the cigarette on the ash tray.

"I've read your books!" She grinned, surprising the brunette. She extended her hand. "It's nice to finally meet you, Misaki-chan!"

Koemi wasn't what Misaki expected.

She smiled, shaking her hand before retracting it back.

"I think you're aware of our rocky relationship with my brother..." the ravenette started, "...I basically missed half of his life because I was busy with school abroad and now with work. But that doesn't mean I don't care for him, now does it?"

The atmosphere was unclear, it seems to have been constantly shifting with uncertainty.

"Tell me, Misaki-chan." She leaned closer. "Do you love Kiyoomi?"

"Yes." The younger woman replied without hesitance. Her voice was stern and unwavering, her eyes speaking the same as she stared at those similar onyx-hued orbs.

Koemi scoffed. Then she started laughing. Misaki stared at her confused. The black-haired woman laughed uncontrollably while her hand hovered over her cherry-lipped mouth.

"Wow!" She wiped a tear away. "Haha! Just, wow! I'm jealous!"

"Koemi-san...?"

"You see..." her laughter died down as she leaned on the velvet chair, "...I once was like him!

Misaki felt lost in the conversation, unsure which way to go, uncertain which side to lean to. Koemi and Misaki may have their fair share of differences-they started off on shaky grounds and overwhelming misconceptions. Their indirect interactions from mutual people were peppered with misunderstandings. Though they share one, common ground, and that is with Sakusa Kiyoomi.

"No one knew about the love I lost, Misaki-chan, not my husband, not mom, not Kiyoomi." Koemi continued. "There was someone once, someone I cared about deeply. Our connection was everything to me, filled with laughter, trust, and shared dreams. But things didn't work out. Misunderstandings led us to part ways, and it still hurts, you know? It's like a part of me is missing.

"But he promised, and I held onto that promise, that he'll be back. People judge me for being who I am today, but they don't realize it's because I'm carrying the weight of a love that didn't last. I work to get rid of that weight.

"It was years of waiting and hoping...and wishing...and praying, that we cross each other's paths once more...and, it did. Coincidentally, we met in the streets of New York City."

Koemi paused, taking a small sip of wine, as Misaki sat idly, invested and curious.

"Kiyoomi and I live in similar situations, the only difference is that, love found its way back to him, mine didn't." The two women met gazes. "He's already married for two years when we met in New York." Koemi whispered, her eyes stern.

Misaki's lets out a silent exhale.

"When I saw the pictures in my brother's room...also knowing about the breakup," Koemi looked forward, "I wouldn't want Kiyoomi to experience the same thing I did."

"He needed to move on." She breathed and looked down on the floor. "In desperate attempts, I played matchmaker between him and Daina."

"But I know what Daina did to him that night in the club. I'm ashamed of myself." She puffed a smoke. "I don't know what to do with her anymore. If I can, I would, cut her off, but technically she's still my family."

The brown-haired woman was left speechless. Why? Of all people she could go to and rant about this tragic lovestory, why her-a woman she just met and barely knew? She wanted to ask. She wished for a simple answer, but it's as if her voice got caught up in her throat. She couldn't form words to speak. What should she do? Comfort her? Console her? Though everything felt chaotic, she realized that maybe, just maybe, this confusion was a chance for her to learn and understand more about the woman Kiyoomi used to look up to back in highschool.

"Misaki-chan?"

"Koemi-san?"

The two locked gazes. Misaki knew what she saw in those stern gaze of hers.

"I wish you the best of luck with Kiyoomi."

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Filler-ish chapter😁 but you see how it's a bit related to everything.

We're getting to the good part😉