It was cold. Unusually cold. Today was supposed to be like Spring, but it seemed that mother nature had other plans. Raiden shoved his hands into his pockets as he continued to walk down the road toward the compound. Something had been plaguing his mind for a while now, and every time he thought about it, a tug would happen in his chest. Talking. He needed to talk about it.
No one seemed to be out at this time, even though it was nearly sunset. He looked up into the sky, hoping to see the brilliant oranges and reds and purples, but the dreary gray clouds covered up what would've been a magnificent sunset. He sighed. 'I guess it's only fitting...' he thought.
Kicking a rock down the path, he wanted something to distract himself. Anything at all. Raiden sighed and figured that was the easy way out of right now. He never really liked uncomfortable situations, but who did? Looking up, he realized that he was already at the compound. His heart beat so fast in his chest, he thought it was going to burst. A cold wind blew his way and it caused him to shrink down into his jacket. He quickly made his way up to the door and hesitated.
Unfortunately for him, the door opened up suddenly—the person whom he wanted and needed to see already standing before him. Fujiko wasn't expecting Raiden to be there, standing on her porch. She was carrying a load of wet wash which looked very heavy. Instinctively, he grabbed the basket from her and carried it over to the clothesline for her. She smiled at him.
That smile was hard to look at as it was full of so much love and it even touched her eyes. He tried his best to smile back, but it didn't feel the same.
“It's a bit surprising to see you today, Rai-kun.” Fujiko giggled, taking a wet shirt and hanging it on the line with clothespins.
He sighed and rubbed the back of his head nervously. The cold wind blowing straight down his back and sending chills all along his skin. “I...actually needed to talk to you, Fu.” He said, casting his eyes away from her.
She looked up at him and blinked. “And what do you want to talk about?” She asked, hanging another article of clothing up before turning to face him completely.
“Um...” he looked down at the still full basket. “Well, let me help with your wash first, and then let me talk with you?” He asked, looking into her eyes.
Fujiko looked at him, her face turning into a frown. “What's wrong, Raiden?” She asked as she took a step forward, touching his shoulder concerned.
“Fujiko...” he breathed and placed his hands on her shoulders, getting a good look at her. Her face was concerned, her eyes wide, and he could clearly see fear written all over her. She had every right, though. “I...I'll always love you, you know that right?”
“Well...I...need to tell you this.” He took in a deep breath. “I'll understand if you'll hate me...” His eyes saddened, losing their usually golden sheen.
“Hate you?” She blinked. “Raiden, what's going on? Just tell me already,” she clenched her hands together by her chest, tears brimming in her eyes. He could tell that she probably knew what he was going to say.
“I think...It's time to end it.” He said and as he said it, she pushed away from him—backing up and nearly tripping over the wash basket. A pang went straight to his heart. He didn't want to see her so hurt.
“But...but...but...” she stuttered, tears silently streaming down her face. “I thought...wasn't I...”
“Fu,” he took a step forward, his hand reaching out to touch her shoulder.
Fujiko reacted then. She slapped him across his face as more tears burned down her cheeks. Her green eyes were blazing with anger and hurt. “I thought I was important to you!” She screamed at him.
Raiden touched his cheek. She had slapped him on his scarred side and he stayed silent. If she wanted to yell, he would let her. “You are important to me,” he muttered, unable to meet her eyes.
“If that's true then why the hell are you breaking up with me?!” She yelled.
Raiden gritted his teeth. He didn't want things to end like this. They had too much history to let it all go down like this. “It's because you're important to me that we have to end it!” He yelled back. “I love you, Fujiko, but I've come to realize...there's no spark. It's not...that kind of love...”
“But...” She bit her lip and grabbed her chest. “I love you...” A single tear fell down her face, leaving a trail down her cheek.
“Fujiko...” He took a step forward, wanting to hug her or do something to comfort her.
“Don't touch me!” She shook her head and ran back inside her home, leaving Raiden to stand outside in the howling wind.
Raiden hung his head and stood there. For how long? He didn't know, but his body went numb before he decided it was time to get out of the wind. Night had fallen now and it was dark. He could barely see his way back home.