Wednesday morning took forever to get here. I didn't get a wink of sleep. I just laid there in my bed from the time Kyoya left to Mei coming to wake me.
She scolded me for not sleeping, but I simply couldn't. Too many things had happened too fast, too many thoughts were running through my head.
What do I do now? Am I going to lose both of them? Why is life so unfair? I love them, and they love me.
Those were only a few of the thoughts. There was one that kept returning, though:
Maybe love just isn't enough.
Although the makeup could hide my exhaustion, it wasn't able to hide my emotional distress. Since I wasn't needed on set today, my hair was up in a bun (probably the only thing I put effort into this morning).
My attire was business casual. A black pencil skirt, a white blouse, and white flats. I wasn't in the mood to wear heels; I'd probably fall down the stairs or something.
As I raced out of the house and to the car, I sling my black messenger bag over my shoulder. It had my sketchbook and other utensils in it.
A short thirty minutes was all that separated me from Hitachiin Cosmetics. There's rarely any traffic in the morning. Kaoru would most likely bring me some coffee, like he normally does. Bless his soul.
Nobody cared to stop me from the time I entered the lobby and walked to the elevator. It was probably evident that I just wanted to get to my office and be left alone. I haven't seen my office in weeks. All my paperwork was either done on set, in the dressing room or at home.
When I walked into my office and somebody was already in there waiting for me, I jumped in surprise, "What the hell are doing here, Tamaki?! You can't be here. If Éclair sees you-"
"-Éclair doesn't wake up until 8, and its 7:15. I needed to talk to you," I could hear how desperate he was.
"About what?"
"You had Kyoya over last night, did you not?" the question shocked me.
"Yeah... how did you know...?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
Tamaki looked me in the eye, and I could see how nervous he was, "Éclair told me. What did you guys do?"
"What me and Kyoya did is none of your business, Tamaki. Our date is between me and him, and that's it."
As he stalked towards me, my heart began racing, "Please tell me you didn't have sex with him, Kasumi..."
I gasped and began blushing, "Who do you think you are, just coming to my place of work and asking me such questions?!"
I watched him as his eyes fell to the floor, "I apologize. It's just, you love him, and it's not completely unimaginable that you would give yourself to him..."
"But I love you too, Tamaki... and I should be truthful with you... and fair to you..." it was my turn to glance at the floor.
"You did, didn't you...?" how much pain I could here in his voice hurt me so badly.
Tears were running down my face now, and I was rapidly shaking my head. We didn't, and Tamaki needs to know that, but I'm hurting too bad to tell him.
"What happened Kasumi?" his warm hand rested against my arm.
I threw myself against his chest as I sobbed. Luckily I wasn't wearing any foundation today, and waterproof mascara. I had predicted a breakdown, but not this early in the day.
It took thirty minutes, but he knew everything (not the more personal details, like our conversations, but a simple walk through of what happened). He held me through it all, sitting down in chair behind my desk.
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The City Didn't Make Me Fall (OHSHC)
Fanfiction[Sequel to Your Tricks Won't Make Me Fall!!] Seven years have passed since Kasumi went away, and she's finally ready to return home. She thought she would go home as soon as she turned 18; when the choice was hers. One of the universities that Yuzu...
