*Belphegor*
(sure thing~)
He heard the gong ring and watch her stand up, somewhat startled. He reached for her outstretched hand and was pulled into a gentle hug. He smiled, buring his face into her sholder and hair. She smelled sweet still, he'd never be able to forget this scent.
"Your so kind to me. . . I'll do my best and I hope. . .chiko gets better. . . Take care of yourself. . . " He looked up at her and whispered to her.
"I'll miss you too. . . " He was then ushered out by the fake woman, seeing an older man, in his forties at least, with bad face acne waiting next in line, He stiffed his hands in his pockets, looking back at her wishing her the best of luck with the ugly man.
"Bye, Sakura-chan. . ." He whispered the nickname he had given her as he went out the door and wandered the streets. Time for court tomorrow. . . He looked up at the moon and thought of the poor ginko girl, hoping he'd see her again.
Time passed slowly as the divorce went through, days bleed into weeks and he didn't care to know what day it was. It was as if someone had cut into his chest and taken his heart and left his chest open, bleeding with no showing of letting up. From time to time, he found that if he thought of the sweet, tender girl from the geisha bar the hole felt a bit smaller. After working three extra shifts to pass the time, he wandered around the city with nothing to do. He wondered how the sweet girl was doing.
