Moon & Suzuki: The Life We Had Before

Chapter Seven

We stare at each other for a few seconds until we shrug away and turn to look at the same side of the porch, my left and his right.

A little tree with dying leaves but with heavenly flowers begins to turn red at the root as we both stare at it intently. We stare deeply, however I stare to try to ignore the anger deep inside my heart.

From the corner of my eye, I can see him open and close his mouth in an attempt to speak but he puts his head down instead. The almost gold-brown rims of his eyes are blocked by his eyelashes, making me unsure of where he's looking.

"I'm sorry." A little mumble. A pause. A hesitation. A thought. Then, "I'm so sorry, I'm horrible, I know, I'm sorry for not noticing."

Suzuki doesn't even turn to me, he just repeats those words, switching from one language to the next to make sure I understand his sentences to all extents.

Before he moves on, he bows down all the way. My mouth goes agape, unnecessary worry crawls all over my body. He then warily asks me how I was. "How can I help? Can I even help?"

His eyes look like jelly, it almost seems as if tears will fall on his cheeks before he could even close his eyes out of the pure guilt. I know it isn't his fault though. I always knew, but I tried to tell myself otherwise. My response is spoken like that jelly I thought would come out of his tears.

"I'm fine, I think," I say, unsure. Then, my tears turn to jelly.

I begin to beg at some point and end up matching his height when I fall to the floor.

"I need help, I never wanted this to happen, what did I ever do in my last life to force this to happen? It feels as if I caused everything."

"I can help, just stand up, everything will be fine, I know what's happened, mostly," Suzuki tells me.

"I can bring Emi and ask her about working at the cafe-" I stop him.

I don't want to see her right now, I feel like I'll become unreasonable if I see her again. I don't want to have to regret any of the words I say next time I face her again.

"No no no, I will find something, just don't bring her into any of this, this is my problem," he looks back up at me.

"I think I know what else we can do. I don't think you'll like it though, but trust me," my head begins to hurt. I don't want to seem weak but I know exactly what he means.

After a long moments pause, he ends the conversation with, "just follow me," and we begin to follow the uncut grass that had been used like a crosswalk for the recent decades.

All the thoughts in the back of my head fade away as the wind begins to mumble in my ears. With my dried out tears, it gave me a cold rush that spread all over my body. However, I don't ask any questions the entire walk.

When we walk closer to a small village with traditional homes, we stop. A warm wind luls us back and forth. Maybe it is my lack of sleep but I would let the wind carry me and hold me tight until I don't have to feel the weight of my own body and can sleep once more and make it last an entire week.

This thought is suddenly disrupted by a flood of dark brown covering the lime lights. A tall man and mostly skinny boy, it appears. He is not much older than me and quite obviously younger than Suzuki.

His hair is neatly parted to the side, no strand is left untouched either. Even the colors seem to all work in place, except for the fact that it seemed very dark. His eyes matched with the brown on his clothes as they hardly shined but were such a bold color.

He seemed dark and mysterious. Someone nobody would be able to figure out or get close to, except for Suzuki who is already speaking to him. It makes some sense as they are both people that you may never fully understand. That's their common trait.