I Met A Boy (My forged Wedding Fanfic)

Chapter 7

I feel like I can't even breathe. What is wrong with me? I can hear Saeki calling after me. I get up and run despite that I can't even see where I'm going. I can't let him see me like this. I must look like a crazy person.

I run so long my legs burn. I finally have to stop and catch my breath before I pass out. I have no idea how far I've gone, what time it is, or where I am. I sit down on a nearby bench half gasping and half sobbing. After a couple of minutes I feel a tap on my shoulder. "Hey, you okay?" I hear a voice say.

I wipe my eyes to see a handsome man looking at me. He has dirty blonde hair put up in a man bun, stunning blue eyes, and a tan. "Are you American?" I say.

"I am. Born and raised on a farm in Iowa," he said.

"California," I say.

"Well that explains the tears in public. You must be new to Japan. People around here rent booths to cry."

"No I've been here for years. I like to say I don't have emotions. I think I have too many," I admit.

"I think that's all of us. I'm Toby by the way," he said extending a hand and a friendly smile.

"Sadie," I say shaking his hand.

"So 'Sad Sadie' do you by any chance live in this neighborhood?"

"Umm, I'm not sure.."

""Well don't you know where you live?"

"I live in Azabu. I'm just not sure where I am."

"You're in Akihabra. Did you walk from Azabu?"

"Well, run like a crying lunatic is more like it."

"Okay, so you must be starving."

"Actually, now that you mention it I could definitely eat."

"What's a food from the states you miss?"

"Definitely burgers," I say.

"There's a McDonald's," says Toby.

"Well they aren't quite like home since they're not served drowned in salt while all the workers are high, but I think I can still manage anyway."

"Damn Japanese and their excellent work ethic."

I snickered and covered my mouth. "See it's not that bad. There's always McD's to provide smiles and upset stomachs."

He's actually pretty funny. I find him so easy to talk to that we end up talking until after dark. I end up spilling about the job loss, depression, the fake wedding, just all of it. I know it's irresponsible to just unload to a stranger, but sometimes they're easy to talk to. After looking up the trains on my phone I figure out how to get home. I exchange numbers with Toby while he walks me to the train station.

"I can ride with you all the way to your house. It is getting late."

"That's okay. I can get home on my own. Plus you'd just have to ride back."

"Okay, but text so I know you made it."

"Okay, I will. Thanks for today, by the way."

"No problem, after all We Americans have to stick together."

"Merica, fuck yah!" I say with a giggle. "The train is here. I gotta go." I get on the train and wave as it pulls out of the station.