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┍━━━☽【☹︎】☾━━━┑ third person pov 1:01 pm april 9th ┕━━━☽【☹︎】☾━━━┙
PINKY PROMISES were a vital foundation in the trio's history, so Hitomi took it seriously as she linked her finger with her brothers.
A melancholily smile momentarily graced her tear-stained face. "I'm sorry, again. I think I get it now," her hushed voice clearly showcased the disappointment in herself.
"Guess it's time to stop expecting I'll just move on and forget the last three years happened."
She looked away to the horizon, the far out cityscape blurring with her glasses not on her eyes.
"Sometimes though, it seems like I really can, y'know? But then something like mom's speech today happens, and it totally blindsides me; I get sucker punched and suddenly I'm—" Tomi paused, her voice trembling.
She lowered her useless eyes and shook her head.
"I'm back on that balcony six months ago."
The girl's solemn gaze was distant, as if she were reliving the moment.
The moment she just had to have the last word, the moment she wanted to hurt her father more than anything else in the world.
The moment she took it too far.
Hitoshi and Neito both tightened their grip on her hand, hearts aching for their best friend.
"I hate it," Hitomi finished, biting down on her lip to keep from breaking down again.
Hitoshi exhaled gently, bringing a hand up to ruffle her soft hair for a second.
"I know y'do. But you of all people should know life-threatening wounds can't be healed in a day, Tomes. Mental wounds fall under that too. Let's not forget you nearly died that day—"
"And fell into a coma for a month after said day," Monoma quickly sped through his spliced in sentence, while the taller boy nodded.
"Exactly, so give yourself time. No matter what you think, you deserve that much."
Tears threatened to well up in Hitomi's eyes, but she nodded too, appreciating his steady reassurance.
"Toshi's right! Plus it's like my old man told me once: the bigger the screw up, the better the lesson," Neito chimed in, light and sincere.
Hitomi finally managed a small smile, feeling a bit of the weight lift from her shoulders.
"Ergo~ all you can do at this point, is your best. Keep grieving and healing now that you're in a safe environment, while learning some less destructive coping techniques too."
Hitomi lightly exhaled through her nose, the miniature upward tug on her lips staying.
These boys might not be able to make her problems go away completely, but they can take on some of the burden for her— they can make it bearable. She had somehow forgotten that while overseas.
