Description: Illustration/poster for a scene in my story. Hikaru and Jasmine. -- “Happy?” he asked, staring at the floor. She knew exactly what he was talking about. “Yes and no,” she replied. “That doesn’t even make any sense,” he growled. “Either you’re happy or you aren’t.” “I’m happy that they’re happy,” she clarified. “But I’m not happy that I’m alone.” She hiccupped quietly. Hikaru looked at her. She’d been crying before he got here. “I’m not happy that nobody wants to be with me.” “Well, it’s your own damn fault!” Hikaru yelled. “You could have done this differently and we’d both be happy!” “No, I wouldn’t,” she said and wiped at her nose. “He doesn’t love me and that’s that. There’s nothing else to it. You can’t make someone love you.” She turned back to her piano and began playing some melancholy tune. It made him feel sick. “You still didn’t have to shove them in the other direction!” he yelled. She played louder. Each depressing note tore at his already defeated heart. Without thinking, he drew his arm around and slapped her across the face. He gasped silently as the piano stopped and waited for her to move. He hadn’t meant to, but he would not apologize. Jasmine stared at Hikaru’s shoes for a few seconds, waiting for her vision to return. Then she stood. Hikaru took a step back. He could hear his heart beating in his ears. She brought her eyes up slowly and he felt like she was looking through him into his soul. He could see the mark of his hand starting to burn brightly on her cheek. He thought for sure she was going to slap him back. He nearly passed out when she put her arms around him and embraced him. He just stood there with his arms pinned to his sides and stared down at the top of her head. “Thank you,” she said. “I needed that.” “Uh,” he said. “No problem…. How was that helpful?” “I hadn’t been thinking of you,” she said. “I acted without the slightest real consideration for your feelings. I thought of you as a necessary casualty, just like I saw myself as one. I’m sorry, Hikaru, and I hope you won’t think less of me than you already do.” He could feel her warm tears starting to seep through his shirt. “Why is it that every time I visit you, you wind up in tears?” he asked.

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