It's All A Game

Nanami Kento

You woke up the next morning to the most warmth and comfortability you've ever felt in your life before. It was like that warm spot of sun shining through the windows on your carpet type feeling. I couldn't help but exhale slowly and let a smile come to my lips as I shifted slightly with a hum.

I wished I could lay here forever. Not a single worry in the world as I laid here naked. Skin to skin. With my two bestfriends. My eyes snapped open and I shot up in an instant.

I looked over and the two both didn't even shift from my sudden movements. I let out a gasp and covered my mouth as everything from last night flooded into my brain. I wasn't sure if I was angry. Upset. Disgusted. Satisfied. Or mortified. Everything hit me all at once and I felt like I could be sick.

I carefully got up out of the bed and untangled myself form the two of them sleeping soundless in my bed. As soon as my feet touched the ground my knees buckled and I immediately slumped down to the floor. Fucking Suguru.

I groaned softly and looked back at them before I very pathetically, practicality crawled to the bathroom. I let my legs recover before I got dressed quickly in something casual and threw my messy hair up into a bun before I grabbed my phone and called the only person I knew who I could talk to.

Wait, no. I immediately hung up the phone. I can't tell Maki. Or anyone. This is deep shit. And I didn't even know how I felt about it. I sighed out frustratingly and walked outside to my car and got in. I needed to get my mind off of things. I would say clubbing but it was too early and I also didn't have work today.

So, I went to the only place I knew I wouldn't accidentally run into somebody and where I could think, alone.

There was an art museum not too far from our condo that I went to occasionally to think and also just to get inspiration for some of my tattoos and work. But also just to calm my mind and distract me.

I parked and walked inside. It was mostly empty as I walked through the spacious rooms and halls filled with art of every kind. I then came to a stop. A giant mural of a woman with tear stained eyes as she bled out from carving her own heart out was what caught my eyes the most. It was absolutely stunning and felt deep.

I loved to find the meanings of art works and figure out the story behind them from my own perspective. It was like a little hobbie only I knew about. I sat down on a small bench that sat right infront of it and folded my hands in my lap as I just stared up at the large painting.

It was old and could catch anyone's eyes but I felt like the real meaning goes without actually being noticed by most people. The woman dug her own hands into her chest and fished out her heart while she bled out profusely. It was gory but it was needed to get a pint across. Her eyes tear stained but with no real tears running.

The woman looked tired. Like she dug herself to where she is now and has no more tears left to cry about it. She's become content with her faults but not enough to live with them. Hence, her digging her heart out.

I was so lost in my own little world that i hadn't noticed a man sit beside me, our knees touching from how small the bench was. I didn't even feel the eyes on me until I heard a gentle yet firm voice speak up.

"Beautiful, right?" Spoke a broad man in a suit with slicked blond hair and a strange yellow tie. His voice was like honey as well as his honey brown eyes that shined with the sun light from the windows in the room.

I snapped out of it and immediately smiled and locked eyes with the man. He was very noticeably handsome. A little older maybe, and blonds definitely weren't my type but he seemed to catch my eye.

"It is." I hummed and focused back at on the painting. "I feel like this peice takes all the shine from the others. It's burden fills the room, like it's almost heavy once you understand it." I spoke outloud.