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gaaaaay2014-09-26 05:53 am
fortunetellings) wrote in gaaaaay2014-09-26 05:53 am
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It's been three days since Eli's gone to visit her family in Russia, and another two weeks before she gets back.
Nozomi already doesn't know how she's going to make it.
Moving in together has spoiled her; while she used to be perfectly fine going about her morning routine alone and returning to an empty apartment every evening, now, with the distinct Eli-shaped void in her day, the loneliness is unbearable.
Of course, she has her friends, whom she's always trying to meet as often as she can. And when she's with them, Nozomi forgets all about her loneliness -- but once their meetup is over and they all go their separate ways, it sets right back in.
Her home just feels too big with only her in it.
It's Friday evening and she has reading she was given to do over break, but Nozomi can't focus at all. It's too quiet; she can hear the ticking of the clock far too clearly, the chirping of crickets outside. She's read the same sentence four times now and she still has no idea what it says.
Nozomi falls back onto the mattress with a flomp, and spends a moment frowning up at the ceiling before inspiration strikes. With rekindled spirits, she reaches for her cellphone on the nightstand, and hits the second number on her speed dial.
"Nicocchi," she says in way of greeting, and doesn't bother with pleasantries such as 'hello' and 'how are you'. "Why don't you come over?"
Nozomi already doesn't know how she's going to make it.
Moving in together has spoiled her; while she used to be perfectly fine going about her morning routine alone and returning to an empty apartment every evening, now, with the distinct Eli-shaped void in her day, the loneliness is unbearable.
Of course, she has her friends, whom she's always trying to meet as often as she can. And when she's with them, Nozomi forgets all about her loneliness -- but once their meetup is over and they all go their separate ways, it sets right back in.
Her home just feels too big with only her in it.
It's Friday evening and she has reading she was given to do over break, but Nozomi can't focus at all. It's too quiet; she can hear the ticking of the clock far too clearly, the chirping of crickets outside. She's read the same sentence four times now and she still has no idea what it says.
Nozomi falls back onto the mattress with a flomp, and spends a moment frowning up at the ceiling before inspiration strikes. With rekindled spirits, she reaches for her cellphone on the nightstand, and hits the second number on her speed dial.
"Nicocchi," she says in way of greeting, and doesn't bother with pleasantries such as 'hello' and 'how are you'. "Why don't you come over?"
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"Well, strawberry shortcake is fine, isn't it?" They've been here enough times that there's no real need for her to ask.
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"Anyway, no one's holding back," she says, clearing her throat while avoiding eye contact with the other girl. But the moment Nozomi mentions strawberry shortcake, her front dissipates for a second, glancing to the other before turning away again. There was a small glint of contentment in her eyes.
"Yeah, sure," she replies nonchalantly. "I'm cool with that."
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"As for me, I guess it just wouldn't be right to come here without ordering a parfait," she ponders aloud, and then signals the waitress over to give her their order. She asks for a milkshake, too, while she's at it.
"So," she turns back to Nico once the waitress has taken her leave, "is your family doing well, Nicocchi?"