Time is passing on and on, and Usagi-San still has not come home yet. I just assumed that he went out to get smokes, or go on a quick car ride. The suspense is killing me, and I can barely sit still.
That pit in my stomach is rising, and I am trying to distract myself. I cooked some foods I've been waiting to try, but it only reminded me of when Usagi-san would interrupt me cooking to wrap his cold arms around me from my back, and whisper into my ear with cigarettes on his breath.
Sitting next to Suzuki-sama did not help either. I glanced over at him whenever I took my eyes off of the door.
His fuzzy fur still had a slight dis coloring from when I split Ramen noodles all over him. Those weeks when Suzuki-sama was getting cleaned was pure hell when I had to take his place for Usagi-San until he was fully clean.
A teardrop manages to fall onto the palm of my hand. * * *
「私は本当にそれくらい彼を混乱させるま
したか？ 」
[Did I really upset him that much?]
What I said was pretty harsh...
「彼は今までに戻ってくるのだろうか？
」
[Will he ever come back?]
My eyelids began to feel heavy, as I contemplate my decision and final results.
I lay down on top of Suzuki-sama and before I know it, I begin to fall asleep, with the door as my last sight before I drift away.
•••
The sound of the doorbell immediately made me spring up. My mind goes directly to Usagi-san.
I rush to the door, almost tripping over the glass table in the center of the room.
I press the button on the speaker phone to see two police officers. Terrified, and upset, I tell them I will open the door, and do so.
"Good afternoon sir, are you the resident who lives with the man, Usami Akihiko?"
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His Last Words
RomansMisaki and Usagi are what you would consider "lovers". They live together, eat together and get intimate with each other. they have their fair share of arguments, but what happens when a fight results in an ever-lasting twist on their relationship...
