In Every Universe. (Dandadan Fanfiction)

Chapter 2: Missing You Most.

It had been about... 7 hours, 35 minutes and 21 seconds since he left. Not that i'm counting or anything.. Oh I definitely am, I can't even deny that fact. I was supposed to be sleeping, but I hadn't even managed to shut my eyes for longer than a minute before feeling the need to cry once again. I had been crying over and over again all night long, no one could even manage to comfort me, grandma had tried and failed, I don't even want to speak to people like Jiji and Aria or anyone along those lines because I feel like they know something I don't. I tossed and turned for hours, playing out scenarios in my head over and over again that lead to this moment happening, I kept hoping that he'd show up, that he'd come by, that he'd return and we'd have our outstanding moment that I've been waiting for, forever now. I just want to hear him tell me he loves me, I said it, I said what I need to happen, now please, can it happen. I keep hearing sounds, it's likely the wind but i'm just hoping that slight sound at the door might just be him, it might be, god it could be, i've gotten in over my own head so much that I just, I need to check.

Momo Ayase slid out of her comfort hole that can be often deemed a bed, grabbed herself some extra layers and wrapped her exposed body up in everything she could before making her way downstairs quietly, to not wake a soul. She walked down the hallway, hoping, expecting him to be there laying peacefully, but there was no sight of the boy she loved. She held hope that he would be at the door, waiting for her to open it so he could dive into her arms and make sure she knew he didn't mean it. Instead when she slid that door open letting that cold air seep under the layers she put on, and there was not an Otaku in sight. The only thing she could see, was a piece of unfamiliar paper attached to the floor, held in place by a large ish rock to make sure the wind wouldn't take it far. She picked up the rock and pulled the paper towards her with her powers, moving it swiftly towards her hands and shutting the door at the same time. It was a card, or atleast something in a sort of letter like, card envelope. It just simply said.
Miss Ayase.

She clenched ahold her heart as it began to thump aggressively, she pulled the paper towards her face and subtly took in a wiff of scent. It was him. It smelled like him. That alone made her heart double in tempo, she took the paper and herself and ran upstairs not even caring about the noise she was making at this point, she shut the door to her bedroom and threw herself onto the bed. Holding the note, the card, the letter dear to her chest as it thumped harder and louder, as the blush ran up to the tips of her ears when she sat upright in bed and began to open the letter slowly but surely. The doubt crept in as she did this, the thoughts she had started to run wildly in her mind, as she was thinking about all the things he could be wanting to say to her, the frustrated part of her began to kick in, her heart still racing, her face still flushed a deep red, but her lips were quivering, and her eyes began to water as she read the first line out in her mind.

Dear Miss Ayase,

I hope you receive this letter, and read it alone. I could sit here and blurt out my nonsensical feelings towards you, but I won't, i'll keep it brisk. I couldn't live with myself for the way I snapped at you when leaving. I really apologise for my actions towards you in that instance, but I had to get out before my own mind ate me alive. I hope you have a nice life Miss Ayase, I hope you're happier than ever.

All the best,

Ken Takakura.

Her heart dropped when reading such a thing, what did she do that made him leave, what was eating him alive, and why couldn't he tell her the truth. Why couldn't he just come back to her and explain how he felt like he normally would, why couldn't he just come home. She found herself crying once again, the small tear droplets splashing on the page of pencil written words below her smudged it slightly making it almost unintelligible now. She threw the paper away, held her knees and began crying even harder. She cried for a long time, a very long time, all the while each individual in the house she resided heard her, and couldn't do a thing to help. So they waited, they waited until she cried herself to sleep, that was the only way she would go, and when the morning arose once again, no one bothered her, forced her to get up for school, they all did their own thing, waking up going to school themselves, doing whatever odd jobs they needed to, letting her keep her own pace, to which she did.