Plastic Taste { Joji a.u. }

the one where he leaves

The weeks had passed faster than the two could comprehend.

It wasn't fair.

More than anything in the world, the pair thought that it wasn't fair.

Emi would never beg him to stay.

She knew how hard he worked to get into that college, she knew that it was just as hard for him to leave as it was for her to see him leave.

She put on everything George had ever given her.

She put on a tank top that he had  owned, but grew out of, she put on the purple sweater, she put on her jeans and converse, and slipped the ring on her pinky finger.

She grabbed her pink hat finally  putting it on backwards, of course. and stepped out of her room with heavy, yet quiet footsteps.

She made her way quietly to the kitchen.

Her mother was standing in silence, a cup of steaming coffee close to her lips as she leant back against the counter, and stared at nothing in particular.

She looked up at her daughter and looked over her so very George-infused outfit.

"今日は大きな一日です" (  Today is the big day. ) she said softly.

Emi nodded.

Her mother sighed and set down her cup of coffee, opening her arms to her daughter.

Emi walked forward and hugged her mother, letting her head rest against her chest as she wrapped her arms around her.

Her mother hugged her protectively.

Emi felt a sense of comfort in her mothers arms.

Though this comfort couldn't take away her pain completely, she still loved her mother for being there for her.

"あなたは朝食をしたいですか？" ( Do you want breakfast? ) her mother asked, rubbing her daughters back comfortingly.

Emi shook her head, a gloomy aura sticking around her body.

"ジョージのお母さんに私達がやって来るかどうか聞いてほしいですか？"  ( Do you want me to call George's mother to see if we can come over ? ) her mother offered instead, knowing how much her daughter was aching to spend every last moment with George.

Emi nodded, letting out a slight sigh as she stepped away from her mother, allowing her to walk to her telephone, take it off the line, dialing George's mothers number that she knew by heart with how often she talked to the woman.

Emi hugged herself as she waited for her mother to finish her conversation in heavy Japanese.

Her mother grew quiet as she talked to the woman.

Emi hadn't seen Joji in the past few days because he was spending time with his other friends.

Of course George had friends other than Emi.

George actually had quite a large friend group, just as Emi had friends other than George.

Although, unlike Emi, George had different levels of friends.

He had the group of people, which was the general populous that he knew, he had his small group of friends that he actually hung out with and talked to, and then he had Emi, who was his closest, most important friend in the world to him.