"You can't get married yet! She is still a baby!" Mrs. Shiji howls.
Tora howls to herself, putting special emphasis on the "Ow!"
"Mrs. Shiji! You're suffocating her!" I scream in despair.
"How can you say that? Maybe you don't understand because you haven't had your baby yet, but she is my baby and I tell you that she will be by my side until she is 90 years old” she says stubbornly.
"No, Mrs. Shiji! You're suffocating Tora" I say, quickly pulling Tora out of the lady's arms and pulling her onto my lap.
"Oh!" Mrs. Shiji says with genuine surprise "Very sorry! I did not realize..."
I shake my head and look sympathetically at the half-strangled cat in my arms. I could swear I just heard you breathe a sigh of relief. Either that or Tora is just trying to get the air back into her lungs.
"But Madame Shiji, that is exactly the problem. You are so caught up in your own emotions that you don't realize what you are doing with the people
There are many ways to show love. One-touch. A whisper. A knowing look. If you're just an outsider, you may not pay much attention to these "little" gestures, passing them off as insignificant but given the right context, even outsiders will get a hint.Staring out the open carriage door, I keep staring in shock at the exemplary scene unfolding before me.There are no kisses, no dramatic declarations of love. There is only a boy and a girl hugging, crying silently.From a stranger's point of view, they could just be best friends, heartbroken at the idea of never seeing each other again. From an outsider's point of view, the way both of them are acting can be seen as completely understandable ... They grew up together in the castle, after all. From an outsider's point of view, the way they stay intimately close can be dismissed as excusable ... They're just saying goodbye.I turn to look at Madame Shiji's wide eyes and her slightly open mouth from hers.
Madame Shiji looked at the face of her daughter now red and soaked with tears, shook her head in defeat, and murmured sadly: It is her turn to love ...I gasped."That? What's the matter?" Travis asked, looking at me with concern."I think ... there is hope," I smiled.Travis continued to look at me confused, but I just whispered "Trust me" and gently squeezed his hand in mine. Then, I looked back into the distance, causing him to do the same.We watched with bated breath as Mrs. Shiji moved even closer to Gabriela, extended her hands towards her, and placed them on both sides of her daughter's face."I haven't forgotten about you Gabriela, I couldn't if I wanted to. Because it's so hard for you to breathe, as hard as it makes you want to cry, as hard as it tears your heart, it's nothing compared to how I feel about you! You are the only thing I love with all my heart and soul, you are the one that makes my heartache! From the moment I held
The baby that didn't even exist!And then I realized ... I wanted to be a dad. He wanted me to be a mother, he wanted this baby. He wanted him so implicitly that it was probably the reason why he hadn't realized the pregnancy wasn't real ... Because he was right in the middle of denial and wishful thinking. My heart sank.What had he done? How did things get so out of control?If I told him that she wasn't pregnant right now, in front of all these other people, it would not only break her heart and her hopes for him, but it would also crush him. STUPID Travis! If I didn't feel so bad for him, I'd hit him on the head. It was his stupid lie that started all this! Now, for his sake, he was going to have to maintain that lie, At least until she could talk to him, if she told him the truth now, she wouldn't have a chance to explain. Everyone else was forced to get in our way
"I'm so sorry, Travis! If you hadn't told everyone that I felt sick this morning ... I mean, everyone knows we're together, so everyone assumed ... I tried to explain before, but you saw when everyone got involved it was too chaotic. So I knew it would be better if I told you the truth when we were alone ... I'm sorry I know how much I wanted this! I said, my apology came out more like a plea.Travis looked at me with bleak eyes, but his words and tone weren't angry or accusing the way he expected them to be."You don't have to apologize because there is nothing for you to do. Everything is a great misunderstanding and it started with a lie that I started. I have no one to blame for this, only myself""I know I should feel better since you are taking all of this very well, but somehow I just feel worse. Why?""I think it's because we realized how much we loved this baby, after all"I felt pricks in the back of my eyes and I knew that he had underst
Slowly, I traced my fingertips against the contours of his face, feeling like I was seeing him for the first time like I was looking at the face of a stranger. I took his left cheek in my hand and gently stroked the scar that ran down the length of him, carefully rubbing my thumb back and forth against the line of discolored flesh. Rather than marring his features, he just seemed to add to them, making him appear formidable to enemies, yet human and vulnerable to the few people who knew him best, people like me.He put a gloved hand on the left side of my face and gently stroked my cheek with his thumb the way he was stroking it. His gaze met mine and with just one look I knew what he wanted. His body slowly leaned into mine and I let my eyes slowly close as I felt the distance between us decrease until it was completely gone. I felt more than seeing his lips pressing against mine, soft and warm, prompting me wordlessly to participate and I did. Pressing and pushing my lips a
A light, a cool breeze gently blows against our sweaty faces and sticky, overheated bodies, cooling us down and giving us much-needed relief, while above our heads the moon is a pale ghost white, a stark contrast to the scorching red sun. deep orange in the west which is the direction we are heading.It is a rarity ... to have the moon and the sun in the sky simultaneously, but it is a common rarity if that makes any sense."Jane, are you okay?" he asks softly behind me."I'm fine." I look over my shoulder and smile at him.Like most of the people in the convoy, we allow ourselves to pass so we can protect the rear, he and I are riding a double camel, Travis sitting behind the camel's hump, and me sitting in front him. This is mainly because Madam Shiji and Gabriela brought too many belongings with them and instead of transporting people around a quarter of the camels carry packages instead, of Gabriela, it is understandable she was supposed to get marrie
"I'm not asking you to stop worrying about him, I'm asking you to stop blaming yourself for not being able to control his actions. It's easy to blame ourselves for so many things that go wrong in this world, but sometimes we just have to accept the fact that not everything is under our control. People especially aren't something you can control, so stop blaming yourself for all the things you did or didn't do. If you can do that, it's a way to start getting away from Christina's downfall""And what about you? You seem to have stopped trying to live your life differently than your father did. And what about you? You seem to have stopped trying to live your life differently than your father did. You don't follow the rules anymore. Aren't you afraid of having the same fate as him now?""That's another thing I learned, we are not our parents and you are not Christina. Simply being independent of them gives us a better chance to change our destinies.""Just bec
"I do not blame you for thinking something like that considering all the people you lost, but it is not only you, it is all of us, it is the life we have chosen to lead. Pick anyone in our town and they've lost a lot of people too like ... Kein. Before he even got out of the academy, he lost his grandfather. Before he even became a sergeant, he lost his uncle. And what about Diego? He lost his mother, his father, and Frank and before Christina saved the life of his friend, he lost him too for a while. And what about Albert? He lost his entire family! Travis, you are not cursed, so don't feel like you have to hide behind barriers to protect the people around you from yourself""I know, that's why it's the last and the least reason why I still keep wearing a mask on missions and why I made the first move towards you on New Year, that's why I keep letting you into my life. I have many reasons to continue wearing my mask, but around you ... not anymore"After a while, I
5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1. "Now you can kiss the bride!" Despite all the noises from the New Year's party, all the noise is surprisingly muffled and distant, as if you hear it underwater. "Happy New Year, Mrs. Baker" he says smiling at me happily, her voice comes down from her and just for me. "Happy New Year," I say in a low voice back, returning the smile. And so we both kiss for the first time as husband and wife. When Travis and I finally break up and face people once again everyone is still yelling and clapping at us, even the ones who disapproved of our relationship at first. Yes, we have come a long way since this year, no… last year. Last year, Travis's kiss was a huge surprise to everyone, including me, so it is only appropriate to celebrate this New Year, our first anniversary, with another surprise ... a wedding. A week ago... After tearing the wrapping paper off my last Christmas present and
In winter, the town becomes a place where the branches of the trees were thrown all over the streets due to the snow. Our town looks like a small fortress covered and hidden by snow but… How else could we obtain our lush vegetation if not for the large amounts of water we receive during the spring rains and winter snow? And now that all the Christmas presents have been opened, it's not surprising to see most of the villagers sledding or building snowmen or snowballs, and generally just enjoying what little is left of this day. of Christmas. However, Travis and I deviated from the larger crowds, opting to stay in the quiet Training Ground 3. Training ground 3 is also completely transformed in winter, it has been changed from a thick and herbaceous field to a barren one surrounded by the aforementioned leafless trees, its skeleton trunks and branches are now gray instead of its color. normal earthy brown. The training ground looks like a Christmas card with its virgin
I look back at Travis thinking that all men are dense even the ones who are supposed to be geniuses. On the other hand, he seems sincere and I can't expect him to read my mind, nor do I expect him to, but seriously, he can figure out how to take down an entire organization of S-class criminals, but he can't figure this out? He's like the guy who can get sports stats or figure out how to make complicated technology work, but can't he figure it out for himself when he's a complete Neanderthal? Idiots, most of them! "The reason I got angry was that I asked you to take me seriously, but you made a joke and not only that, but the joke you made me think that all you are looking for is sex" "Oh, I see," he says in understanding. "Well, what do you know? Neanderthals can understand the obvious" " But Jane, if all she wanted was sex, then she would be running around town sleeping with anything that walks, but I don't want to. What I do want is to have the pers
In the darkness of the room lit only by the pale moonlight, I notice a sad face looking at me from across the room. He always had such a sad face. Then again, that's exactly what made me approach him when I was younger, which made him my favorite above all the rest. When he was happy, I wanted to cheer him up, and when he was sad like I am now ... "I know exactly how you feel," I murmur, lifting Bunny off the dusty shelf and hugging him tightly to my chest. Dark, wet spots are beginning to appear on top of his shaggy head, but he's used to it by now. He just soaks them through, absorbing the tears until they finally dry and I feel better again. He was always a comfort to me, which only makes me feel even more guilty for abandoning him, for putting him aside because I thought he was too old for him, at least I didn't throw it away. In truth, you can never get over what makes you feel safe. Even the toughest of us, the ones who refuse to admit we do suc
Another set of high-pitched screams emanate from the apartment hallway. I roll my eyes and shake my head before heading to the front door and poking my head through it. "Travis," I say in exasperation. "That?" he asks innocently. "Haven't you had enough?" "But they like it!" The terrified look in the children's eyes when they look over their shoulders and run away from us (or should I say Travis) They say otherwise, but what can I do? Its Halloween. Kids don't want to be scared and it's not like Travis stops them from taking the candy before he scares them. The huge orange plastic bowl with printed bats flying around its rim is surprisingly nearly empty, meaning either our candy is better than the neighbors' or he's been very, very generous in delivering the treats. Seeing as things rarely happen for a single reason, I guess it's a bit of both. "Okay, but once the bowl is empty, that's it, okay?" Travis gives me a happy
Seeing how we have repositioned ourselves and back to where we left off, Travis Number Two stands very close to me so that I can continue right where he also left off, holding my hair to continue kissing and sucking on the back, the sides of my neck and the curves of my shoulders.I'm getting used to this extravagance of kisses when I feel two pairs of hands on me, one pair rubbing up and down my sides while the other pair gently glide up and down my bare arms, and while both touches are relatively innocent. , the double sensation is turning me on much faster than if it had been just a pair of hands.And then the hands start to wander and the touches are less and less innocent. A pair of hands rub up and down the outside of my thighs, causing my already short skirt to sit a little higher with each stroke. Meanwhile, another pair of hands is slowly beginning to unzip the back of my dress. It's Travis Number Two, and as he slowly reveals every inch of my bareback, he pla
"Do you want me to do it?" I ask hysterically.Travis looks like she's in fear for his life, as she should be. I mean, I knew the man was perverted but I just didn't realize how much."No, Jane! You're not going to do it! Oh, does not matter! I knew it was too weird! I knew I should never have asked you! You're so sweet here, making me dinner and dressing up for me and I screwed it all up by making that suggestion. Very sorry. Please forgive me and forget that I ever asked"I look at Travis with a pounding heart, but not for the reason he thinks. I'm not mad, I'm actually ... excited."Travis, calm down! I didn't say I wasn't going to do it. I just want to clarify what exactly you want us to do"Now he seems completely bewildered as if he had just said to her: Yes, Travis… Santa Claus is real."Really?""Yes, I will do it"And just as the words leave my mouth, I'm just as surprised as he is by my willingness to do so.
Would it be wrong for me to mention to Travis that his birthday used to be the same day that Japan and elite countries used to celebrate Respect for Aging Day? I think so. Also, he is angry at all the jokes that he has received and continues to receive for being with someone much younger than him.However, I must admit that even some jokes are quite funny, like having a parent-teacher conference when we went to see my parents. I mean, what can you do? You can get mad and hit the ground all the time (I tried for a while until Blanca threatened to remove the town repair costs from my paycheck) or access the jokes on a case-by-case basis and take them from there. Seeing how the majority of the people have learned to accept or ignore us.It's hard to believe that Travis is almost 35 today, 34 to be exact and here I am barely 24 years old. However, it is easy to put the age difference aside, when the man you are with appears to be at the same level of maturity as you and wh
Applause from everyone.We both sit on the grass to watch the next dancer take the stage, a young woman who, like me, is dressed in a traditional kimono, but unlike me, this girl has strong and dramatic makeup. Her face and neck are so dusty that she appears white as a ghost and her lips are painted a bright shade of red. The stark contrast between the white, red, and jet black of her hair tied up in a bun makes her look not human at all, more like a porcelain doll placed on invisible strings by a puppeteer. Even her movements are limited, like those of a puppet whose joints can only move so far in any direction.This is Kyomai's dance.It's like a slow interpretive dance with various poses and hand gestures that tell a story. It is the opposite pole of the dance that preceded it, the dance of Odori.As the night darkens, everything begins to calm down and the sakura trees are lit up with paper lanterns, giving the hanami experience a different vibe, one