Epilogue

When she got home, she went straight to the bathroom before Takumi could say anything. After a few minutes, she got out with a bandaged hand.

“Sorry about the mirror.” She told him. “Before I rushed in, did you need to tell me something?”

“No. I just wanted to ask if you were alright.”

“Oh, ok.” She nodded in understanding. She then went to sit down and huffed her cheeks.

“Rough day?”

“You have no idea.”

“Was it necessary to use the mirror as a punching bag though?”

“Believe me, I was doing you a favour. And I'll answer your question with another question. When were you going to tell me about you and Matako? Or was I never supposed to find out?” She showed him the pictures.

“I...”

“Say it isn't true. Please.”

He said nothing.

“So, it is. You know, I was so sure that it wasn't and that it was just a misunderstanding. But I guess it was just wishful thinking. If you had come clean, I would've somewhat understood, but you didn't and instead kept it from me. And don't you dare try to chan