"Do you know the best thing about broken hearts? They can only ever break once the rest is just scratches."
-Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
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➳ Taki's POV
Don't get me wrong, I have always felt shitty. But today, the shittiness has been amplified. Just a while ago with that stuffed toy incident, and earlier with Ms Okudera...I don't even wanna talk about it.
It is late at night when I finally arrive back home and the sky shifts to a purplish, eternal and pompous look. My phone suddenly vibrates on my desk. While I don't want to talk about it, my friends at my part-time job clearly do. I suck in a breath and scroll through the group chat. Notifications pop up constantly.
idiot 3
TAKI WTF MAN I HEARD WHAT HAPPENED U YELLED AT OKUDERA SENPAI?
idiot 2
u dumb mf
I turn my phone off and don't bother to read the rest of their messages. I sigh and my thoughts fade away as I see what I have drawn on a piece of paper on my desk. When did I start this? Late last night? It was an unfinished artwork of Ms Okudera's face.
I grabbed a pencil and took a seat, automatically continuing the drawing. It's second nature now. I never had a problem drawing faces I was familiar with and I have to admit- this wasn't the first time I've sketched Ms Okudera. After about an hour or so, I finished my sketch. I put my pencil down and judge my work thoroughly.
I drew her in a ponytail and I do not even need to colour it to see the maroon in her hair. Her eyes are looking straight into mine and I don't need to draw sparkles to see that they are glinting.
Hate to brag but this was good. Great even. It captures Okudera senpai's beauty almost perfectly. I didn't let her down in this drawing.
It sure does make me feel a little more guilty over yelling at her for talking to some dodgy-looking stranger late at night outside the restaurant. I had no right - she's my boss. I went overboard. I can't even remember if it was her that walked out first or if it was me.
I decided to give her this as part of my apology when I see her again. That's if I will see her again. I clench my fists and frown in fear.
She has to forgive me right? She has to.
I look at her portrait then study her features that I captured. I notice the ones I missed and work on them. Not a lot of people know about my drawing hobby or have seen my drawings, but those who did always claim they are jealous of me and my 'talent'. Of who I am. And sometimes, of my life.
It must have been easy, they said, to be a handsome, smart boy from Tokyo and to be so good in his art. Such a bright future ahead, they said.
Sure.
I put my headphones on to drown the voices in my head and I collapse on my bed. I don't sleep because what's the point?
I already live in a nightmare.
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