CultureI dreamt about you again that night. I could not help it, is it really that bad?Culture4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
We were holding hands and we were far away and you were telling me about your future with me and you and happiness. We were talking about our relationship and how everyone here could accept it and not look at us with that coldness and judgment that makes you stare at the ground.
That is how I knew it was a dream. That is why it was so hard not to smile, we were so in love. We were far away across the ocean in a strange city with loud people and laughter and nostalgia. It was beautiful, neon bright, consumption advertised in big, flashing signs and foreign characters, clusters of young people and old people and couples like us. It was the city, the one I love so much.
I cannot recall you saying that you wanted to come back.
Yes. This part was definitely a dream because we were in love--
The men who came up to you spoke your language the one you keep saying I should learn so your family could like me
Missing YouMieko remembered many things. She remembered crying, laughing, holding a thin, delicate body in her arms. She could vividly recall the overwhelming joy when his fragile, infant body was placed into her arms. But the thing she remembered most was the way his sobs echo in her ears.Missing You4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But even now, that sort of thing was very far away. With its departure, Mieko chased everything else away from her heart. Her friends, her family, her husband, her job, her life.
Nothing mattered anymore.
"Are you still thinking about him?"
Rose petals danced across the floor.
An empty room, an empty heart. Everything around her was empty. It was the only thing known to her now. But, that was all right.
Naked arms wrapped around her chest. Mieko didn't feel anything but his breath on her neck. Her sense of touch was long forgotten.
"When is he getting home today?"
The man who once mattered flashed in her mind. Blinking, Mieko dismissed any thoughts of him. "Three hours."
"Oh?" she could not feel the amusement