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They returned home. It was that simple. Just like their simple, boring little lives that insisted on carrying on. Olette hated that. She hated that the last time she was likely ever going to see Roxas ever again was when he’d tried and had hurt them. She hated that somewhere out there, Sora was going to eventually get to carry on while she would never rightfully get to be mad at him for it. She hated the way Kairi said goodbye to her.
She hated Monday when it came, insisting despite her protests that they carry on.
She hated Tuesday.
She hated Wednesday and the deathly quiet way it passed in Hayner’s house as she skipped school.
She hated the way it became Saturday without her noticing.
Thursday. She hated that her days were blurring together in the twilight.
She hated the way a month passed.
She hated the way it turned into two months.
Olette fucking hated this place. But graduation came. So did her brother. She hated that out of all of the things he could do for her, he took her for ice cream. She hated the way she immediately started to cry.
She hated the way she couldn’t tell him anything about what happened without him thinking she was lying or showing off some overly complicated parlor trick. She hated the way she would never know what to call the Samurai who had helped her. She hated the way her brother tried to comfort her. She hated that she couldn’t pull away. She hated the way she couldn’t be honest. She hated the way she had been spending time with Pence and Hayner just for fear of losing them rather than to enjoy being with them.
She hated it. She hated this. She was so angry and she hated it. She wanted to be more like Kairi. She hated the way crying made her chest ache. She hated how quickly it had healed with magic. She hated how tired crying made her.
She hated how Hayner’s grandma took them both out for dinner once she came back. She hated the way she was practiced and well rehearsed in being polite and kind to her without ever letting her realize how painful everything was. She hated the way Hayner slipped into her room in the middle of the night despite how much moving around still hurt him to hug her and make sure she slept alright.
She hated the way it worked. She hated everything and had no idea how to like it again. She hated the way she could feel the burn of letters Kairi had been writing her hidden under her mattress. She hated how she couldn’t think of a way to tell him and Pence she wanted to, and was going to, leave soon.