I woke up having nothing but the bed sheets around my body. Dark but luxury hotel room. Big heavy curtains were lowered, covering most of the sunlight. The bed was warm and smelled like Manjiro and sex. My dry lips and smudged makeup were telling stories of this night. I was staring at the ceiling for God knows how long, thinking about those stories. Because that definitely happened. I didn't dreamed about him this time. He was here and we had sex for hours. I failed to trick my brain that I didn't loved every second about it.
After thinking about my lusts and his body, for good ten minutes, I realized Ricky wasn't here. Where was he? He booked this room for us and never showed up. So maybe he ended up in another woman's bed ? I never thought about him while I was with Manjiro. I was never nervous or scared that my boyfriend will open this door and see us. I felt so safe. His presence made me feel, that nothing bad can ever happen to me. Just the opposite of what I felt ten years ago.
Non of that matters now. Ricky wasn't soon to be my fiancée, as he planned. He was very soon to be my ex. I lost too much time to be with people I don't care about. Even if me and Manjiro won't see each other again and I'll never be with him, I couldn't be with someone else either. I needed another ten years to forget what happened last night.
After my long shower, I looked around the room. On the floor I saw my ripped dress, so as all the disaster left from us. Around the mess, there was paper with something written on it. It caught my attention and I took a peak.
" To Manjiro, July 2005" That was my handwriting. There was no possibility that this was.. I turned around the paper and it wasn't just a paper. Manjiro's cute smiling face gave me such a harsh slap for good morning. I saw my happy days with him like on an old tape. I wanted to make him this happy one day. And I wasn't the one digging in the past. Neither was him. The past was digging us both.
Koko told me he kept that photo with him ever since he found it two months ago. It felt down last night right here for me to find it now. I wonder if he is going to look for it? I wonder of he'll come that close to me again to fire up my blood?
Mikey
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After I left the sleeping Y/n, I took a quick shower and changed my clothes. This night was one the many sleepless for me. I went straight to the Haitanis. They had Ricky Kitano already tied and beaten up in the basements of the Hotel. There was a lot of unpleasant things usually happening there.
" Hey boss, you won't believe! We didn't even asked him anything and he already started talking. What a pathetic bastard. I think you'd might be interested in what he's saying."
I had no clue what was Rindou saying. I didn't capture Kitano for information. I just wanted to play with him and see what Y/n likes about this piece of shit. He wasn't so handsome anymore now.
