There's a Story Behind Every Smile (Hitachiin Triplets, OHSHC)

Chapter Thirty-Two

The train, she had to admit, was a little stressful. So many people she didn't know sitting around her, across from her. But a little kid sat next to her, and one who appreciated her oddly-coloured hair and two necklaces. They had talked until he fell asleep, actually, and his parents were thankful that someone was able to match his enthusiasm. 

Teru looked out the window, at the nothing on the other side, like she was staring into a blank void. She had to admit, though, she almost preferred this. No, she did prefer this. She liked this ability to stop and laugh with children instead of keeping intellectual conversations with businessmen and women. It was nice just being a normal young adult of 22, riding a train back home after a day in the city.

Back home. God, she hoped that was where the train was heading. Her letter to him had been vague, delicately worded because she didn't want to hurt him if he couldn't come. But by god, she certainly had begged him to be there when he got there. 

She leant back in her seat, closing her eyes and smiling. She'd visit Berlin again, definitely, and maybe with Akira next time.

Dear Akira Kita,

Before you get angry, or get onto me, I want to say something. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault. This couldn't have been avoided. Eventually, I was going to crack without medication. But smile through because I know what is behind your whispering lips and teary eyes. It's alright, and you might have even gotten over it already. But even if that's true, I'm sorry. Like I never said, and you never made me

That isn't the point of this letter, though; what it is is an invitation. No, a plea. I know you have finally escaped what I put you through, are now back with your family, and are probably settled, but I have one simple question: Would you take a chance to get your necklace back? 

Quit reading this if you wouldn't, if you've moved on, if you don't care anymore. But if for some tiny reason you actually want to see the girl who changed who you were and what your job was, then we have a sliver of a chance.Thanks to Kyoya and Takuma, I escaped and retired-and possibly for good. But if you'll meet me in Germany, I already have an apartment, and enough money to never have a job again...

If you're not at the train station when I get there, then I'll forget you. I'll forget I ever loved you, and I'll understand you moved on. And you had a right to, honestly, after those years of my bullshit. But in choosing, remember that I love you, whether that's a good enough reason or not.