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The house was dying
At least that’s what it looked like - nothing but hot red-orange flames you could probably see from a mile away and dirty white ash falling like snow.
How did I get here?
I remember mom was really tired of the bottle Hisashi had in his hands. He really loved Jack Daniels, and the happiness he got from it. I think Akio was sleeping.
Yeah, she was.
I left her on the couch with my bright yellow All Might blanket. She looked calm, unaware of the screaming match. Unaware of those two voices that were louder than I've ever heard. It was a cold night. I don’t wanna think about it anymore; not her, not mom, not Hisashi, and not the house.
“Izuku, baby you need to eat something,” the voice came from Meredith who was siting across from me at the table.“Please, it’s been a whole day ‘zuku, just please-” she begged before being cut off. “Mere he ain’t gonna eat with you screaming in his face! Let the boy have some space. He’ll eat in a minute.” The man who cut her off argued. “Don’t tell me what to do Ezekiel. The boy is scrawny enough as it is! He doesn’t need to lose any more weight.” Meredith said firmly.
They mean well, but I can’t really care for them; at least not anymore.
Meredith gets full custody of me now - Hisashi’s older sister - because of what happened. Ezekiel is her husband, they've been married for eleven years now, they have a little girl together.
She looks just like Akio, brown hair and dark baby brown eyes.
“I don’t want to eat right now...if that’s okay.” I said before leaving the table and going into the spare room they cleaned out for me. I think it used to be an office for Ezekiel, he did something with finances I think. I miss Japan. I was born there, stayed until I was six. After mom and I saw the guy with fiery red hair and bright blue eyes at the park, she hadn’t been the same. We left soon after.
My mom was crying the whole time, something about never being able to see him again. I think she didn’t want to leave but had to, I don’t know why. I didn’t want to leave because of my friends, most importantly Kachaan. He was the first friend I made; he was strong, cool, and had this magnetic energy around him. He was the best.
I don’t remember much but I remember me crying and him telling me it would be okay.
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“Kachaan…I- I can’t see you anymore” my voice cracked, “My mom says we have to move because we can’t live here in- in Japan. You won’t s-see me an-anymore” I forced out through hot big tears.
Kachaan was quiet for a while, then after what felt like forever he said, “Stop your stupid crying, don’t be dumb we will see each other again” He had so much confidence a seven year old should not yet have.“One day when we both become heroes, we will see each other again, and we will be the best, so stop your whining”
He sounded so sure, though his cherry red eyes looked darker than I’ve ever seen.
Sadder than I've ever seen
I decided then, I hated goodbyes.
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It's been five years since I've said goodbye to Kachaan, and said hello to America.It’s okay here I guess, my mom had met a good guy, they had a baby girl together, and had a good home.
It was all going good, and now it's sad.
Sad like the goodbye I gave to Kachaan.
I got into the spare room, sat down on the bed and cried, I cried big hot tears, and didn’t stop until I fell asleep.
Tomorrow was a new day.
a·lone:
Adjective
having no one else present.