Plastic Taste { Joji a.u. }

the one where he tells her

He didn't even glance at her as they walked along the forest floor.

He wouldn't dare.

There was something heavy in his footsteps that day, she remembered.

George hadn't said a word yet, and Emi was very concerned about what could be going through his mind.

It was a cold day, too.

Emi wore the purple sweater with light jeans, and pastel high tops.

She played with the ring on her finger as she tread along side the boy.

They soon reached the tree root, though the journey had felt like it'd taken years.

George turned away from her, placing his hands on his waist, then bringing one to cover his mouth.

He sighed as he began to drag his hand through his hair in such a way that gave light anxiety through Emi.

"何が問題なのですか。" ( What's Wrong? ) she asked, just above a whisper.

George stood frozen for a long time before he turned around to face Emi.

He met her eyes and she could feel his disease.

"Emi..." He began, voice shaking as violently as the trees in the monsoon. "私は大学に受け入れられてしまった。" ( I got accepted into the college. )

Emi froze.

George froze.

The trees froze.