What she had said, it had definitely touched him, but. He still wasn't sure what to do about his moment of truth with Futaba. Ryouta had too many things in mind after yesterday's encounter with Futaba and Ryuuji's outburst right now, so he pushed away his memories of their aunt. He knew the person Ryuuji was talking about. Ryouta stood there for a moment, shocked at his brother's rare outburst, and then quietly walked to school, deep in thought. Keep saying the same lie to yourself and one day you'll end up like her." With those words, Ryuuji stormed away. But there's just one fucking thing I don't want you to do. We both have played dumb enough times, so no need to act like that right now. It's fine if we keep on having secrets between us. He spoke in a low but firm tone, "Listen, brother, I'm fine if you lie to me and don't tell me what you feel. His usual smile now replaced by an angry frown. His eyebrows scrunched as he glared at Ryouta and his eyes filled with rage and disgust. Ryuuji immediately saw through it and for the first time, after many years, scowled. Why would I want myself to be unhappy?" Ryouta lied. Ryuuji chuckled and said, "You mean to say you would never take a decision that would make you happy, right?" And that's why you can stay happy, because as long as you give your best you never lose." You're not me and you've always fought for your happiness, even if it's not always the 'right' thing to do. "If it were me, I would do the right thing. To do the right thing or to want happiness." Right now, I'm confused which one is more important. I need to reconsider my actions and my thoughts to know if I'm doing the right thing and to know if I'm doing something that'll make me happy. Ryuuji sighed and said, "Don't worry Ryo, it's just. Ryouta raised his eyebrows and after a while asked, "What's wrong? You can tell your Nii-Chan." Ryouta said, "Rarely do I ever get a chance to have a moment of quiet with you around. After all, she was his girlfriend, she would have obviously told him about it. Encounter, but his silence was deafening. Ryouta didn't know if Futaba had told Ryuuji about his. Ryuuji was oddly quiet as they were walking to their school. He pushed away the thoughts of his dream and started off for school. Ryouta looked at the familiar picture of their mom, with her blond hair and cheerful smile. Before the two brothers left for school, they visited the small shrine they had made for their parents. He suddenly remembered what had happened last night with Futaba, and exclaimed, "Oh, holy shit! What the hell did I do yesterday !?" Embarrassed to see himself in the mirror anymore, and to imagine himself crying in front of her, he quickly occupied himself with some pending homework, after dressing up. He splashed his face with water and looked in the mirror. Nevertheless, he got up and went to bathroom to wash up. He had woken up a bit earlier than usual. After some time, he calmed down and looked at the time. Her smile, the faint smell of rosemary shampoo from her hair, her warm embrace, her deep penetrating grey eyes and most of all, he relived his last memory with her again and again. His mind suddenly became a jumble of thoughts as all his memories with his mom came flashing back to him. He whispered to the apparition, "Don't leave me, mom." Ryouta shot up straight on his bed. Her image became blurry, maybe because of his tears or because she was fading away. The woman softly said, in her soft and familiar voice, "Hello Ryo, how're you doing?" Ryouta could feel his eyes welling up as he looked at her. He felt bare in front of her, his feelings and emotions stripped down completely. All his secrets, his loneliness, and even his happiness, she could see it all. He could feel her deep gaze penetrating into him as if she could see through him. She had lush blond hair and her vibrant smile radiated like the sun. He saw a beautiful woman step out of the wall of clouds. He could still see the hand, and now, a person coming out of the clouds. He came closer and tried to grab it, but his hand passed through the illusion. He fell on the clouds and once again saw the hand reaching out to him.
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