Iroha Tamaki, a normal high schooler trying to find a way through her transfer struggles.
Yachiyo Nanami, an upper class woman helping all who she can. When these two girls meet one question leaves them both wondering. Was it fate or a coincidence?
~Iroha's POV~ ~Well now I know why she looked like that... but what can I do? She shouldn't be the depressed one...~ I walk back into the living room and find Yachiyo-San sitting up. "You're okay!" I exclaim and she nods her head. "I know what happened... I'm so sorry..." I can feel myself getting weaker when I said that. "I'm not much of a consoling person..." I sigh and turn my head away. She stares into space and tears fall down her cheeks I sigh. "Wanna hug? That looks like a good idea for you."
I hold out my arms and she hugs me back. She cries into my shoulder ~Is it normal for a pretty girl to have a pretty ugly cry?~ "I don't know what I'm gonna do anymore!" Her sobs get louder and all I can do is hug her closer. "There there... you've got an ugly cry, but you deserve to have one right now..." I smirk and rub her back in circles. She doesn't answer and only cries harder. "Um... I'm not good at this type of stuff." I sigh and she cries again. "Grandma was the only family member I had!" "What about your parents?" I whisper and she responds in crying more. "M-My parents disowned me... so I could live with my grandma... my mother loved me as a child... but she knew I wouldn't be safe around father..." ~Did she ever come out of the closet?~ "Um... why? Was your father homophobic or something..?" She nods her head and more tears fall on my jacket. "He was homophobic and a Yakuza..." ~Is that a coincidence that my dad is a Yakuza too?~
"Um..." I mutter but the words can't get out of my mouth. ~Damn it! Why am I like this?!~ She releases her grip from me as I sigh while looking at my shoulder. "It's drenched with your tears... your eyes are all red and puffy too." She stares at me for a moment as I look back at her.
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Her eyes are filled with tears and pain. "I'm a mess..." she sighs and I nod my head. ~That's what makes you though... and I love you for that...~ "Listen... if you're a mess, then so am I." "Oh really? How so?" She scoffs and I grab the bag. "You wanted to know what was in this bag right? Well, look." I hand her the bag and her eyes widen and I bite my lip. "I'm a mess! Heh, heh..." I chuckle to myself as she grabs my shoulders into a hug. Her head rests upon mine and I can't help but feel safe. "If these help you... then I won't stop you. Just don't do something stupid." "I'll try," I mutter. We stay in this position for a while and I can feel my cheeks get warm. My phone rings. I jump at the sound but answer it anyway. "Hello?" My voice is calm and clear but suddenly turns into fear when I hear the caller. "Did you miss me?"
