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|7th Jun 2009, 03:25 PM||Forks in the Road: chapter 1. #1|
Join Date: Aug 2008
Hi everybody. When I came up with this story, I was actually just re-installing my game (because I sadly had to delete for space ;__. But I was making this character in CAS, and suddenly this whole story just popped up in my head, and I couldn't help but want to make a story out of it.
Kind of on impulse, i guess.
Anyways, I'm absolutely nervous about posting this, but I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I am making it.
Soon after I had graduated from College, I got married on impulse to the boy I had dated for four years, Taka Ishikawa. The both of us really thought that we loved each other, and perhaps at the time we really did. We had bought a small apartment together, and lived as happy newlyweds for a couple months. After two months of being together, I had a sort of panic attack. I was twenty-four years old, and I was already married. I had accomplished nothing, none of my goals, my dreams. I had somehow joined the bandwagon of girls who married straight after college, and the thought of this really scared me.
Maybe Taka had felt the same way as me, because one day he had me sit down and explained to me that there were still things he wanted to pursue in life.
Granted, I was excited that he felt the same way, yet a part of me wished that we would always be together. I mean, we were together for four years, so of course it was going to be a little scary. The thought of loosing him was scary.
After talking about it, we decided to annul our marriage. It was hard, but Taka and I split after that, moving on to bigger and greater things. He continued to live in the apartment, and I moved to a small town called Farfallas.
So here I am, in my one bedroom, one bathroom house that seemed perfect for my cause. I was still in a sort of grief over the fact that Taka and I had split, but truthfully, it had to be done.
The place I'm currently staying in was really expensive, and way out of my financial grasp. So i had to borrow some money from my mother, who was still sore about the fact that Taka and I married in secret. We had decided not to tell our parents, since there was always the chance that they'd refuse the wedding, but somehow his mother found out, and was shockingly happy for us. As a wedding present, she gave us several pictures of butterflies that belonged to her late husband.
When we split, Taka allowed me to take the pictures because, well, I happened to like them more than he did.
Somehow, that picture managed to find it's way over the desk I had bought just recently.
Though whenever I look at it, that longing feeling that I feel to be in Taka's arms again seem to drown me. I missed him.
It was the last day of Summer when i finally got myself organized in my new place. I still had some of my mothers money left over, so i had decided to put off finding a job. I mean, I was just getting settled, so there really was no rush. Besides, I just wanted to be comfortable for a bit.
At some point in the early morning, it had begun raining, so I was feeling much gloomier than before. Moving isn't one of the favorite things in the world, so i always feel a bit dreary afterwards. Since I had just gotten settled, I decided to kill some time by watching some TV. Of course, there was nothing ever good on, but i sat on my white, comfy couch and tried my best to enjoy the crappy programs. It's really times like these that I missed being in college, only because instead of wasting my life, I could be studying or doing something more productive. Well, i suppose i could be doing something productive, but that's not really the point.
Maybe an hour after I had started flipping through channels, the doorbell rang. Which meant I had guests. Wonderful. I quickly removed myself from my couch and headed to the door. I always thought that see through doors were kind of creepy, but the ones I had seemed to fit the place nicely. Also, I could see the lady who had rung my doorbell, and she was kind of old.
I entered the rain, and quickly hurried over to the women, who was simply standing by my mail box, acting as if the rain didn't bother her. I thought this to be a little strange, but ignored it and quickly introduced myself. We began talking and she told me she was part of the Garden Club. I thought that was cool and all, except for the fact that the only plants I had were in barrels, or were fake. But I suppose a plant is a plant. She continued to chatter away, and I was getting a little more irritated, because it was raining and I didn't really want my hair to frizz up.
As soon as she took a break from her talk, I quickly offered her shelter, which she so kindly took to. She walked inside, and sat herself on my couch, and immediately turned on the television. The one i just took to turning off. I'm not quiet sure how this lady was raised, but from where I come from, you ask before you do. You'd think for an old lady, she'd know this.
Despite that, I took a seat next to her, and we began the small chit-chat someone must always have with a guest around. We began talking about the rain, how it was only the end of summer, simple things. A light conversation that I knew i was going to forget later.
Time quickly passed, and soon I had to bid my guest goodbye. I was hungry, and not in the mood to make more food than I needed to.
I walked her to the door, and then hurried back into my living room/study room and sighed. Hopefully, I could eat in peace. Although, the only things I ever learned how to cook, if you can even call it cooking, were sandwiches and Macaroni and cheese. But even then, I still usually burn the Mac' n cheese. So I decided to settle for a sandwich.
I entered my kitchen, gathered the appropriate materials and began work on my super deluxe sandwich. Sometime during this process the rain let up and the sun flitted through the kitchen window, and I couldn't help but feel a little better. So, in my glee I made a few more sandwiches with extra love and care.
Suddenly, the doorbell chirped again and I glanced towards my front door. Really? More guests. I sighed, placed the plate with my lovely food on my table and scurried to the door. I greeted the three strangers, who simply nodded in my direction and entered my house without a second thought. I stood there, a bit shocked. It seems the people of Farfallas were going to take some getting used to, but i really hoped that not everyone was like this.
I scratched my head and walked inside, closing the door behind me.
Two of my new guests took comfort on my couch and began chatting away like parrots, or some other type of animal that never shuts up. The third girl, well.
She wandered around my living room for a bit, and then decided to stand in front of one of my guests, and decided to block her view of the TV that had somehow been turned on. I guess television was the new thing, but that girl could at least grab my computer chair and watch from there. Though i suppose that's too far away? I decided to ignore them, thinking that If i did so, they'd just leave on their own or something.
I glanced back at the blond girl again, and stared at her.
I wonder if she thought her hair tasted good, because eating it while listening in on a conversation, well.
Maybe she has some missing screws in that lovely head of hers or something.
Shaking my head, I walked into my kitchen, took a seat at my table and began to eat on the sandwich I prepared earlier. After listening in on their conversations, I heard that the boy's name was Ben and the girl with the long sleeve pink shirt's named was Brandi. i didn't catch the other girls name, but I figured that was okay, since i wasn't planning on having any serious conversations with her in the near future.
I stood up and walked over to my sink, and thoroughly washed my plate. I left it in the sink and turned around, startled to find Ben standing right behind me. A little creepy. . .yes. He began talking to me, and I suppose he was okay. His jokes, not so much. He seemed to find them hilarious though.
His nose was a little big, but I didn't noticed this until he walked away to join the girls, who had somehow reached behind Ben and grabbed themselves some of my sandwiches. I groaned, and headed for my couch.
I listened to the three of them chat for a while, and I realized that I was deathly bored. So, It was time to bid my guests au revoir.
They left with nothing but smiles, telling me how it was nice to meet me, blah blah blah. I glanced at the plates on my table, and watched the two girls scurry out the door. I picked them up off the table, and watched them leave. I glared, and mumbled, "At least clean up your plate, jerks."
So, I washed the rest of the dishes, put the left over food into my refrigerator and sighed. Well, now what? It was late in the evening now, and after today's events, I wasn't to stoked on watching TV. While I realize that my cynical mood is still in effect, how could you really blame me? I mean, I was missing Taka terribly, I was trying to get a little settled, and I was cleaning up after some messy guests.
Hopefully I don't get another visitor today, because I think i just might have to do some butt-kicking.
So, instead of wasting away in front of the TV I didn't want to watch, I decided to pick up one of the many cooking books my mother lent me and flipped through the recipes. Some of those recipes though, hahaha. I am always shocked the find the many things you can put into a meal, and this books was making me even more surprised.
That soon got boring though, and I sat in my chair, staring out the window. I sighed, and wondered what Taka might be up to right now. Probably fulfilling one of the many things on his "to-do" list. I closed my eyes, and sighed again. I really need to stop thinking about him.
To kill the time, I decided to check the internet and see what jobs were available. A bunch of political things, some soccer mascot job, a job to be a . . . pickpocket? Is that even allowed? I couldn't help but chuckle lightly to myself, because that just seemed like a prank job, or something. Was there really people who took that? Maybe I'll ask the next guy who tries to rob me, or something.
Nightfall came quickly, and with the darkness surrounding me, I couldn't help be feel extra lonely. I glanced at Taka's picture again, and bit my lip.
Who would have thought that I'd have missed him this bad.
But i really, truly do.
To take my mind away from him, I walked into my cute little bathroom and drew myself a bath. It helped soothe and calm myself, letting my fears slowly drift away into the back of my mind. One day I'd have to deal with those fears, but luckily, today was not that day.
I dressed into my pajama's and glanced around my dully lit room. Scratching my head, I wandered over to the mirror I had hidden behind my dresser and glanced at myself.
I am Yuki Kunisaki. I'm twenty-four years old, I just broke up with my boyfriend, and now I'm trying to settle and get used to this new life.
I'm going to do the things I want to do,
not just because I want to do them, but because If i don't, then I'd have to wonder:
Would things have stayed the same? Would Taka have taken me where ever he was going to go in life?
I don't want to wonder these things, because I made a choice.
And though I miss him terribly, I want to believe that the choice I made was, indeed, the right choice.
and there's chapter one.
Sorry it's a bit lengthy and wordy. Also, sorry about some of those pictures where you can see through her roof. I was feeling a bit lazy when taking those :/
Comments and criticism would be nice, pweease. hahaa.