Three Days of Happiness

Silence prevailed.
Oddly, Miyagi didn’t try to run away. She just stared down at her
lap.
I reached my hand for her.
I’d planned to insult her and hurt her, but as soon as I touched her
bare shoulder, her sorrowful face made my body stiffen.
Was I really going to push Miyagi down on the floor and use her to
realize my desires?
If I did, she would surely be hurt. Maybe I would be adding another
wound like the big one on her knee. Maybe I would take even more
light from her nearly pitch-black eyes.
Maybe once it was all over, she’d just make a sarcastic remark as if
totally unfazed. “...Were you satisfied?”
And would I really be satisfied?
What was I trying to do here?
My high-strung nerves were quelled in an instant. Instead, I was
filled with an intense emptiness.
When I saw Miyagi’s resigned eyes, it went so far as to make me sad
too.
I took my hand off her shoulder and sat next to her, leaving a seat’s
worth of room in the middle. I was embarrassed at how quickly my
attitude flipped.
“Must be a nasty job,” I said. “Having to deal with garbage like me
all the time.”
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