Inspired by Nanase's solo mv Tsuzuku. A Nanamai heavily centered drama. Written mostly from Nanase's prespective, narating events which alternates between flashbacks and the present time. A lot of angst and sadness, frankly speaking this story is...
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14.1 She doesn't love you. I do.
Water splashed all over the kitchen floor making a mess of breakfast. The ice maker was broken it seems, dispensing only a tiny cube of ice while the rest ended up as a big puddle on the checkered tiles. There goes my morning shake. On usual days, she would have taken this as a sign of bad day ahead, but today was a special day, she thought. And not even thunderstorms and lightning could dare to ruin it. Skipping her routine morning fruit shake, she instead fires up the pan and melted some butter. Pancakes would be appropriate. A few masterful flips and two slices were served on a plate, drizzled with maple syrup. Why stop there? A quick slide to the fridge to snatch up a can of whipping cream and the pancakes were yet again bathed with a generous amount of sweet and puffy cream. She pulled up a chair to sit at the counter, the worn out rubber soles producing a high pitch creek that echoed through the spacious house. Every furniture in the house was custom made and custom chosen by herself only, it was literally buried in her personal touch but yet it lacked any human relations to it. It was cold and vapid, almost a soulless space that was devoid of any warmth. Perhaps one day she'll be able to find that missing link, a keeper for this place she resides... The pancakes were deliciously good, but this foul taste in her mouth that has been lingering for weeks was still there. She remembered it clearly. The slow drive, the impending realization, and the final nail to the coffin at the final turn. She should've expected it as they proceeded to enter the residential roads. It was hard to believe that she was actually still optimistic, right up till that last turn at the main entrance. The building was right there up in her face, bleak and ordinary, an absolute disappointment. Her saliva suddenly tasted bitter and her face fell into a solemn expression. In fact she was trying her best not to scowl as she could feel her eye brows stiffening and her lips simply trying their best to stay relaxed. She found that it was best to stay quiet as words were much easier to lose control over than facial muscles. She was able to stay composed, right up till her last wave of goodbye to the mother and child and when she got into the car, the show was over and she couldn't disguise her disgust anymore. She was angry and she was vindictive. Her first love, NO, her only love. Her heart and soul, was living in a dump. This was unacceptable, she concluded as she washes the plate, scrubbing away the maple syrup. She lived all these years thinking she had made the right choice. That she was right for letting go. Clearly I was wrong. I should've never let her go. I should've fought for her. She was mine to begin with... maybe she was mine all along.
Looking at the vibrant colors of the vegetables was a refreshing sight to a somber morning. She had woken up too early and going back to sleep was a fruitless task as her eyes refused to shut. As a result, she was now half asleep, walking through the produce aisle of a supermarket. The pumpkins were fat and stiff, the carrots were bright orange and her eyelids were heavy anvils ready to fall on her tired eyes. She wasn't this sleepy when she left the house an hour ago, in fact she wasn't sleepy at all. A pat on the back made her turn around and smiled as the friendly face inched closer to show her some objects. "Look at these meat sets! Look at the marbling! Don't they just look wonderful?" Slices of wagyu beef was being pushed to her face, with Kaz proud face inches behind them. "I thought you wanted me to make fried mackerel with vegetable stew?" Nanase asked, slowly pushing away the saran wrapped slices of meat away from her face. "I know. But what about some grilled wagyu beef on the side huh? Or we could just scrap the whole plan and just eat wagyu steaks with potatoes and carrots!" Kaz exclaimed as she laid the meat sets into their shopping cart. "Yes, but we're not eating this. Your sponsors and you publisher people will." Nanase reasoned, taking the meat sets away. "Wait wait wait. Okay maybe I want treat them to some wagyu meat. Gotta seal that contract somehow." Kaz retorted with her eyebrows raised, cunningly stealing the wagyu from Nanase's hands and putting it back in the shopping cart.
