The Rising Truth

Healer

My depression is being a bitch again but my need to write is also alive. Sorry for the late update.

Thank you for reading and commenting/ voting

Shoma pov.

Here I was, on a plane back to Nagoya, with Mihoko next to me. Yuzuru was with Brian. Neither I nor Yuzuru had talked. In fact, we have talked since what had happened in that hotel room.

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My hands were shaking. My breathing had gone shallow. There was no way. There was now way that I could win here.

"Shoma?" Yuzuru reached over and took the letter from my hands. He read it, looked at the stuff that was strewn across the bed, and looked back at the letter again. He clenched the letter so tightly that I thought he was going to rip it.

"Shoma." He said gritting his teeth "What do you want to do?"

"Huh! Uh...Uh...I'm....not sure." My eyes felt like they were burning. What could I do? This is something bigger than I could've ever imagined. I don't know what to do, and I feel so helpless because of it.

Yuzuru just stared at me blankly. Was he upset that I didn't fight for our relationship? Or was it because he thought that I was willing to drag his career down with me?

"What are you going to do?" He asked me

My plan was to return to Nagoya and have Marianne handle everything. She'd know what to do. She was calm and collected and had everything together in life. I was a useless wimp.

"I-I was planning to go to Marianne about it." I stuttered out

"So you're going to let someone else decide our relationship?" He looked disappointed in me and I felt tears running down my eyes.

"Then what am I suppose to do then! I don't know what you want! I want us to be together but I don't want you to stop skating because of it! I don't want to stop skating either! We can't win in this Yuzuru!" I screamed.

Yuzuru's eyes turned cold. Almost like the time we had fought at Yuzuru's house. "I want us to stay together and I do want to skate. You're right we can't win in this. So go ahead, go talk to your sister-in-law. Go drag another person into this mess."

Yuzuru walked into the bathroom and I was left alone. Standing silently in an empty hotel room, I move to pack up the letter and crawl into bed. I felt empty. Nothing. Yet my heart hurt at the same time.

Yuzuru was mad and I was mad at him. I'm mad because he couldn't help me because he couldn't decide. He's mad because I was going to let someone decide our relationship for us.

No one wins.

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I snap back to reality when I feel a tap on my shoulder.

"Shoma, come on. The plane's already landed." Mihoko said.

"Oh, ok" I mutter and quickly put my phone away.

Scuttling through the rows and dragging my backpack, I had managed to squirm my way through. Upon stepping off the plane, security was already lined up. Fans stood there taking pictures wildly, as well as some media companies. Not once did Yuzuru look back at me. He usually does to make sure I'm ok and comfortable with the large increase in people, but not today. Instead, he went on his way towards customs and luggage.

He left with Brian and Mihoko went home, and I was left completely alone at the airport. I sat at the airport entrance which was desolate since it is 5:00 in the morning and the reporters and fans had taken all the pictures and video footage they need. The cold wind was biting and I pulled my jacket closer and hid my hands in the sleeves. Why didn't I take Mihoko's offer to drive me home?