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“I sent you a message, but it’s going straight to voice mail. Everybody was worried, you know. You should text me if you going to take a walk.”
Michiru.
That’s was probably the first things that entered Akira mind that day. Her mind was clouded. She forgot where she was, forgot how to take breath properly, forgot the sounds of car running around near her. Only loneliness creep in.
“Akira, you don't have to beat yourself up.”
How can she do that? It was her who walk side by side with Fumi. It was her who spent most of time with Fumi. It was her, as declared with that smug face of Frau Jade, one and only Fumi rival. She should be there for Fumi. Should noticed trouble that clouded Fumi eyes. It was her duty, as a rival, as her friend, as a King.
It’s should be her, if anything. That much she knows, and yet she powerless. Blinded by spotlight, losing the sight of her companions.
*
“I would withdrawal from my position as Edel and Student Council tomorrow.”
“What are you talking, Fumi?”
“I’m sorry, Akira. I was not someone worthy to be your rival anymore.”
*
“Give me your phone. I will send a message so everyone know we’re late for dinner.”
“It’s broken.”
“That can’t be possible, we bought it last semester.”
“It’s broken. I throw it.”
It’s broken. Akira didn’t want to believe otherwise. She sent Fumi bunch of text. No reply ever come. That’s small thing, silent still in her hand. Mocking her in silence. She throws it anyway.
To the bottom of the river. Because the breaking sound when it’s hit the ground would be too much, too close to home.
Ironically, she feels suffocated now, almost like she was drowning.
*
“You can’t just withdraw like that, Fumi! That’s selfish.”
“My decision already set. I hope ypu can respect my wish, Michiru.”
“It’s unfair, Fumi. You should at least consult with Michiru and Akira before make the decisions.”
“Fumi …”
She knew she should say something, she should do something, but the sadness and anger overwhelmed her. Just then she heard a door slammed. The room was eerily silent. Michiru was angry. Akira was confused. Fumi was gone.
*
“Fumi really gone ….”
She is.
Her belongings has gone from the dorm. The locker has been cleared. The teacher didn’t absent her name anymore. Nobody ever mentions her title anymore. How cruel of them, to act like nothing happened when Akira still mourning.
“Michiru, I’m sorry.”
Sorry I can’t bring Fumi back.
Sorry that’s I disappointed you.
Sorry because I’m weak we lost our precious friend.
Sorry … Fumi.