"Alice writes a happy ending to Sweet Pool"
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let's admit i need to edit the last one bc typos with the titles and stuff are throwing me off
Basically this is a continuation to the true ending of Sweet Pool: "Miracles May" yooo.
The train ride was long and disheartening. The people on board never lessened their judging glares on one another and they weren't even the slightest bit friendly. This life is what I was living before, was it? Full of unfriendly people and full of this gripping misery of never knowing what they are thinking when their cold stares linger over you..
During the nighttime it rained heavily. Some of the passengers used this as an advantage and let the sound of the rain falling as a way to lure them into sleep. Some of them were on the train for long distance travel, so it didn't matter if they fell asleep anyways. Meanwhile this rain brought a young male passenger at the back a heavy and looming feeling. The rain made him feel uncomfortable, as if there was something more to this rain. But his memory rendered useless after a fall he had days ago from the top of a roof.
The fall caused him to be in a coma for a few days, he spent his days at the hospital, and he woke up.. And now he was heading back home since he had been released from the hospital. His stop to home wasn't far now.
He sighed and grabbed a notepad that was on the empty seat next to him. He opened the book and read through it again, trying to make sense of the neat yet unclear writing in it.
Your name is Tetsuo Shironuma. Family name is Shironuma, your given name is Tetsuo. You are a senior in high school. You live with your step parents, because your parents passed when you were younger. You have no siblings..
Over the course of a few days he had managed to memorize this information. The notepad was given to him by another student who called himself Makoto Mita. The student claimed he and Tetsuo had known each other before the accident, and though Tetsuo believed Makoto fully he didn't think much of the boy. Especially since he had asked the bubbly boy how they had met, and he had refused to answer. Because of that, Tetsuo had a bit of a bad feel for that boy. He felt distrust and felt there was something wrong with him. Of course everyone had their faults, but..
Something vibrated in his pocket and he was jerked out of his train of thought. He quickly reached into his pocket and searched for the item of disturbance until he found it. His cellphone. He looked drearily at the bright screen and noticed it was a message from the Makoto boy.
Hey! Shironuma, how is the train ride? Sorry that it is late and I might have awakened you from sleep, but I really wanted to check in on you and make sure you were doing okay!
Tetsuo had a bad feeling about this overly kind affection and attention the other boy had displayed for him. He had a pressing feeling that people normally wouldn't act like this way unless they had done something wrong in the past and wanted to make up for it.. Or if they were planning to back stab their victim later once they had become close enough to call each other 'friends'. It didn't really seem like the latter of the two was possible with this boy Makoto, and Tetsuo didn't feel he would do such a thing, but the first one was still possible..
The blonde had a very bad distrust for people, at least from what he had come to learn from his own feelings. Not only did he experience distrust but.. He simply felt a strong indifference towards them. So perhaps that was why he didn't get good vibes from Makoto. It was just second nature to him and not really because there was something.. Well, that still wasn't clear if it was true or not.
He decided to not answer the text message until later, possibly tomorrow. He was tired and if he knew anything for sure, his socialization skills were far worse when he was tired.
The train came to a stop and Tetsuo stood up, phone now in his pocket, some bags of his belongings in one hand, and an umbrella in the other. Once he was off the train and heading towards the ticket booth he opened his umbrella.
He was finally going back home. The days at the hospital had appeared to be eternity for him. -
The hospital room was dark as it was outside. It was raining outside. The rain nearly pounded on the windows and occasionally thunder would roar through the building. A set of distrusting and almost shy eyes looked at the window only feet away from the bed in which he was resting in. His facial expression was blank.
"Youji, are you feeling okay?"
The set of eyes shot over to the other side of the room where the door was open. The figure of a boy with orange hair stood at the door frame where he smiled brightly. The boy at rest averted his eyes to look at the cold tile floor.
"I'm fine, Makoto."
As anyone would expect he actually was nothing close to 'fine'. He had fell off the top of a roof and hit his head some years ago, and this boy Makoto had refused to tell him why he had been on the roof in the first place. What Makoto did tell him were bits and pieces of basic information such as his name and age. But Makoto didn't tell him much else.
"I was your best friend."
When Youji was told this the day he woke up, which was a few days ago, he didn't know exactly how to feel. This optimistic boy who was named Makoto certainly seemed to be someone who could easily make friends because not only was he kind and friendly, but he also seemed loyal. But Youji sensed that there was something wrong with him.. No one was perfect, but this boy seemed a little off.. Though, because Makoto was kind enough as to stay by his side and try to help him recover from having that accident, the older male was okay with having him around.
Even with this boy showing him incredible amounts of kindness, Youji didn't feel well. Aside from this terrible sensation of uncertainty he got from the boy Makoto, he felt empty. He felt as though something important were missing from him. Of course, that could be that now his knowledge of his own self was missing and he was left to be ignorant to the person he should have known best.
Either way, whether he liked him definitely or not, Makoto visited like this all four days Youji was in the hospital and finally awake and asked if Youji was doing okay. The darker haired male always said he was fine, despite actually being in a pretty bad mood.
The day after he had woken up, his sister Erika came to visit. She was crying. In her arms she held a young infant who was Youji's nephew, named Yuuji. Youji's brother-in-law Yuuya was with her. She was saying over and over that she was so sorry that the fall happened and that she was so thankful her brother was alive.
She told him how his body was weak and she was scared that would be the cause of his death. The whole time she was smiling but the tears in her eyes never left. Erika also told him everything Makoto couldn't.
His parents died in a car crash. He lived alone in a small flat, but before he had lived with his sister. That, along with a few other details, was all Erika told him. She seemed to be holding something back, and she also didn't tell him why he had been on that roof years ago, but that didn't matter to Youji in that moment.
Something about her made the sense of strength radiate from her. Youji believed that not seeing his sister was what made him feel empty so while she, her husband, and son were there he felt some happiness. But when they departed he noticed that despite feeling the same, he noticed a pang of loneliness was still within him. It was safe to say that it was because they had left, but.. That didn't seem right.
Either way, he was beginning to feel better as compared to the first day. Sadly though, the rain from those days weren't helping on evening out this lingering bad mood. The rain, the lightning, and all the darkness.. It surely fit the mood and added to the stronger sense of loneliness Youji was beginning to develop.
On the fourth day Youji began feeling stranger. It was especially apparent in his dreams. He kept imagining things, people even, and it made no sense to him. None of it fit. His confusion and feeling of being ignorant made him sink deeper into his bad mood.
That night, the rain was falling harder than it was the night before. But the rain wasn't the thing keeping Youji awake throughout the night. It was all the thoughts he had going through his head. Sometime in the middle of the night the rain stopped, but Youji didn't notice it. He was too deep into his thoughts to take notice of that.
Aside from those strange dreams and the speculations of what could have happened to him years ago, Youji was thinking about his slightly anxious feeling of having to return back home the following day. It wasn't like his home would be uncomfortable, but having to start life anew seemed pretty overwhelming.
Tomorrow the hospital would release him. Tomorrow he would take a train and return back to his old life. -
You may have thought I forgot about this but I didn't HAH.
Excited murmurs of the students rang through the cold air of the later afternoon. They spoke about their plans for their break with family and their plans to meet up with each other during their time of rest. While they all trudged along to get to their methods of transportation, a pair of blank brown eyes watched them and quickly went back to look at the floor in a moment's notice. They were as cold as the air.
For some reason he'd been dreading this moment for a very long time. He'd have to go home now and stay there for the most part of the day. Sure he'd still have to work at the bar when he was called to help, but ever since he got out of the hospital two years ago it seemed like his assistance was no longer needed at the bar. Or to put it properly it seemed like he was needed less and less.
It wasn't like his family life was terrible. His mother was loving, a bit goofy but very loving. His father worked a lot but he was equally as caring. He had nothing to hate about his parents. They were always there for him and were always curious about how he was doing. Yet Tetsuo felt lonely and as the days passed he could feel himself becoming more and more distant. His mother always told him with a sigh that every time he visited it seemed that he was becoming his old self again.
The truth was that they weren't even his real parents. He knew that by Makoto's notes from years ago, but the truth was much darker than Makoto described it. With reluctance Tetsuo's step mother told him that almost immediately after his birth he had been abandoned. Then his surrogate parents had abused him. After that he was placed into the care of the Shironuma family, but by then it had become too late for him. He was cold and socially distant.
It must have described his dislike for children, which he had just discovered recently. He thought children looked too frail and would break too easily. It reminded him of him when he was little, how he was so weak that he let the abuse get to him and then break him. Now he felt left out of the crowd, so apart from everyone else, so different..
Though somehow he was able to accept that it was his place.
The point was, though, that he felt an incredible amount of loneliness due to his indifference he felt for people and because of how separate he was from everyone else. The reason why he didn't want to return home was because in college this feeling wasn't as bad.
Tetsuo was handsome. He was young. Despite hearing that they thought he was somewhat creepy and almost robotic, the girls loved how he was handsome, and boys did too if they rolled that way. Not only that, but Tetsuo was a top scholar. He was intelligent and extremely dedicated. He was always getting requests to tutor other students because he explained content so clearly and well that sometimes teachers would try to learn from him. It seemed like the attention he go never faded as almost daily he had someone to visit and there was always looks on him.
Also, he had been dating a lot of girls the last few years. Surely it didn't get too many good responses from the boys and some girls from college as it made them think he was some sort of jerk or pimp. The thing was that Tetsuo never confronted these girls. They confronted him, and he just didn't have the heart to deny them.
So, since he didn't really love them, the girls became frustrated with how socially disconnected and not affectionate he was and dropped him in a matter of weeks. Not like he minded all that much at the beginning. As the time passed, though, he realized that he was lacking in having someone he could relate to. He wasn't in this for love, he was getting with all these girls to find someone he could relate to.
As those months passed, he realized that he just couldn't relate to anyone.
So school was still a pretty bad end of the deal, but it wasn't as bad as home where he didn't get to be around people often. At least in college he had some company around him.
He suddenly stopped his pace and stood in place, looking at the gray metal floor under him and the other people who stood on the platform with him. Billboards covered others who were also waiting. He had been thinking so much that he didn't realize how far he had been walking now. He was at the train station he always got on to get home. Tetsuo seemed dumbfounded as he thought about how deep into his thoughts he had been, but then he recollected his composure and sighed in relief that his thoughts had been broken and that his focus in them had gone away.
While he waited for the bus, he took note of the sky. It was a darker shade of orange than usual since it had been about two months since the time change. Now the time changed along with the weather. It was cold now, and the days were shorter than the night. It was typical for this time of year.
Some twenty minutes passed and then he was on the bus with the group of people. He stood up and insisted to a young woman that she should sit down as it'd only be fair, which earned a few giggles and squeals from other girls who admired his generosity and looks.
From what he had come to learn, he had some kind of instinct to react to everything using some sort of violence. Well, not everything, but many things. He knew it came from the abuse he underwent as a little boy. Now that he was older and felt that he had a better ability of holding back, he tried his best to be kind. As a result he really pushed himself to be kinder to others though he still felt indifference towards them.
As the train made stops, more people left and less people stepped in. It was a good thing, but something became alarming to Tetsuo. He felt himself losing a lot of concentration and he wasn't very aware of his surroundings. He wanted to act and snap out of that trance like state, yet he couldn't do so.
Then he began seeing it; Pale skin, ebony hair, dark eyes that didn't trust you... then the words "forever"..
He felt his legs moving and he couldn't make an effort to stop himself.
The train stopped and he kept moving, but it wasn't his stop.
His figure hit the cold air of outside and he looked directly ahead. His expression was almost one of concern.
"Youji."
His numbed yet loud voice hit the cold air where it would fade away along with the vapor that his breath formed.
Those thoughts, those images of a boy kept coming into his mind. Those words about forever kept ringing through his head. They were so foreign, yet so oddly pleasant. Something about them set Tetsuo's mind at ease. They put a warmth in him.
He wanted to know who that boy was; the boy who was in his head and putting all these pleasant images and memories in his head. Perhaps it was just a creation of his mind, but he wanted to know for himself who this boy was.
Then he snapped out of that daydream and he looked around in a fit of confusion. He tried to grasp those thoughts again, he tried to recall what he had said, but somehow he couldn't remember them. Nothing made sense. He couldn't remember anything. He suddenly felt completely numbed, other than a slight yet sharp pain he felt in his chest now.
That happiness and peace he had felt was gone, just like the memories.
... Why did he get off at the wrong stop, anyways?
Without a single word, he got back on the train before it would depart and he would be left behind. The pain in his chest, though now disappearing bit by bit, was still there. His life would have to go on.
When he was seated he looked out the window of the train, but they were past the last station so he was not able to get a last glimpse of it and possibly try to sort out why he acted the way he did. Tetsuo didn't get to witness the scene he had left behind without another look. -
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