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Another grueling concert, another step closer to her, to the reason you've been able to make it this far. From home, to Tokyo, to music, to your debut, and finally here. All to be closer to Saki-chan, to have some hope of making your dreams come true. Standing together with her on the same stage, side by side, forever.
"Good work today!" says one of the staff.
"Good work!" you respond with an empty heart and an empty smile. You're looking forward to getting back to your dressing room, away from these prying eyes and back to those messages that are the only thing keeping you going.
You're always so positive, always looking forward. Keep that up, and I know you'll be just fine.
Just the thought of it is enough to put a spring in your step, enough to get you through the door and finally let go of the act that you call Misumi Uika.
bzzz bzzt bzzz
The sound of your phone as you enter the room shakes you out of your reverie. Another call from your agent? It almost makes you sick. But you glance at the phone on your table and you see something you haven't seen in far too long.
Saki-chan
Incoming Call
It's like a punch to your gut, and you savour the feeling. Your mind starts racing and you think
Saki-chan Saki-chan Saki-chan Saki-chan Saki-chan Saki-chan Saki-chan Saki-chan Saki-chan Saki-chan Saki-chan Saki-chanSaki-chanSaki-chanSaki-chanSaki-chanSaki-chanSaki-chanSaki-chanSaki-chanSaki-chan
You pull out your earphones, almost dropping them in the process with how badly your hands are shaking before answering the call and putting the phone to your ear, earring clicking against the glass screen.
"Saki-chan?" your voice echoing a fragment of the fractal splinters of your mind.
Silence. A heartbeat. Two. Three. A mistake? Is something wrong? Why isn't she saying anything? After so long anything could change… Does she hate you now? No. She wouldn't. She couldn't . Surely your Saki-chan still feels the same way about you as you do about her. Surely. You refuse the possibility of anything else.
"Please Uika..." the tremulous voice on the other line begins. A voice you haven't heard in a year, a voice that means everything to you. She doesn't hate you after all, of course she doesn't, how could you think that? How could she possibly hate you, with how much you mean to her? With how much she means to you?
But that tone of voice. Is something wrong? Is everything okay? She came to you. She called you she's this desperate and she called you. She still remembers you she still feels like she can rely on you she called you.
"make me... forget everything..." she finishes.
she still remembers you she remembers and she called you when she needs you you'll do anything. whatever it is. whatever she needs. whatever it takes. you'll do anything. anything.