uno - todomomo

x 06 ~ rain || momo

It was midnight and Momo was equal parts annoyed and thankful for the heavy and many raindrops that seemed to pour down from the sky in merciless sheets as she made her way across the perfectly trimmed grass of Ever-glow Cemetery. She always prayed to a god she didn't believe in that it was raining on the first Monday of every month because she couldn't bear to visit her sister while the warm summer breeze blew and reminded her the happiest nights of her life. It didn't seem fair on those days that the earth got to be so happy and full of life while her sister was...

So, she thanked the clouds for their darkness and the sticky summer rain for its persistence in beating down on her. Plus, even though there was no one there, no one would know if she cried. She might even not because her tears would mix with the warm rain and she wouldn't be able to tell the difference between pain and weather.

She placed down a fresh red rose along with the withering ones that still stayed placed on the vibrant green grass next to Naomi's grave. Momo couldn't bring herself to throw them away because it was like throwing away her sister, even if the roses from a year ago were withered and basically disintegrated by now. That's why she only brought a single rose each time. By now she had enough to make a whole bouquet.

Sometimes she spoke to her sister, wondering if she could hear her up where she was. Momo didn't necessarily believe in Heaven, but she was sure that if it did exist, Naomi Yaoyorozu would be up there among the angels. She was always the good sister. The sister who got famous and still remained humble, who volunteered at charities because she had the time, who was still dating her high school boyfriend and who still kept in contact with her friends despite being adored by the rest of the world.

And yet all of it was taken away by two minutes, some beer, and a man who just lost his only child. At the time Momo hadn't known whether to be angry at the man or dismayed for him. At the time, Momo wanted him to feel her pain without realizing that he already had. Now there was none of that bitterness, just sweet sorrow, satisfying tears, and the mournful aftertaste of loss.

There was something about her sister's death that gave her solace, though, and that was the fact that she was in a better place now. Not better than earth because Momo knew her sister loved her life and the people in it. But Naomi had been in a coma for a month before she died, just sitting there, her body being kept alive by tubes and machines. And anything must be better than that.

Today was a day that she talked, even knowing that the bright-eyed girl she once knew as her older sister would never hear her or be able to talk back again.

"Hi, Nao," Momo greeted her sister by the nickname they developed because of Momo's inability to pronounce her name fully. "I'm feeling a little sad today," She imagined her sister looping an arm around her shoulders and asking her why. "You wouldn't expect me to be sad on my birthday. But I'm turning twenty-one today and...well, you'll still be twenty...and I just never thought I'd be older than my older sister is all," Momo's voice caught in her throat at the admission of her feelings.

She imagined what her sister would say. Probably something along the lines of, "Who cares? Age is just a number. I'll always be your big sister. And that means you have to listen to what I say."

Momo leaned her forehead against the cold surface of her sister's gravestone which was slick with rain. Normally, she would cry, but today she didn't because her sister had a stark aversion to tears of any kind. 

This was because Naomi Yaoyorozu was a bright soul. She was always so excitable bordering on dramatic, so cheerful, just so full of vibrant life that shone in her eyes and smile. This was in stark contrast to Momo who herself possessed such an understated and graceful beauty. And this is why it had cracked Momo's heart straight down the middle to see ehr sister lying motionless in the shiny wood coffin. Naomi was always moving, but not anymore.

Then Momo closed her eyes, letting the tear-like drops wet her eyelashes and drench her hair and clothing. 

"I miss you Nao," Momo murmured against the hard wall she was putting up to stop the tears from falling. "I miss you a lot." 

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It was still pouring rain when Momo arrived back at her dorm room at twelve-thirty. Most of the girls were shelled up in their rooms, studying, or they were out. But Momo was pretty sure that no one was out on a night like this except for her, of course. Her thin tank top clung to her torso and her raven hair was down and dripping wet as if she had just taken a shower, but she didn't really mind. It was nice to have something physically weighing her down as well as mentally. It gave validation to the feeling.

When she pushed inside her room she was surprised to see the lights already on, casting a warm glow around the space of her dorm. But what she was even more surprised to see was the dual-eyed boy sitting on her bed, his phone perched lazily in his hand as he was seemingly waiting for her. 

For a moment, she just stood, unable to muster the words inside her head. How had she gotten into her dorm? Had she left it unlocked? Of course, she had. Jesus, could she not remember something as simple as locking her door when she left the dorm building? But her inner-scolding was quickly pushed away by thoughts of him as he looked at up at her with slight surprise in his eyes as if he hadn't been expecting her so soon. Or maybe it was just the fact that she was dripping wet. 

But something about the way he looked at her like he was waiting for her, like he was happy she was there, opened the flood gates inside her. On these days she was always on the edge of sadness, at the very brink of breaking down completely, but with a cup of hot tea and a good night's sleep, she could usually remedy it. But something about the fact that he had come back just to play Uno with her, that he had waited for her to get home, crashed the walls inside her and pulled sobs from her chest as tears came pouring from her eyes. This was about the worst-case scenario for her.

At least, she thought through a hot blur of tears, at least it's raining.

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a/n ~ thanks for reading and sorry it was so depressing. I just thought we should explore Momo's personal life a little more.

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