Email Drafts(1)

The paper cranes hung from the ceiling and Naoko started speaking.

She did not talk as much as before and was lost in thought most times.

Tooru felt a pang in his chest as he watched her.

So one day, he called her to sit with him as he was working on his laptop. Yoojun sat on her other side.

"I'm going on a trip to the city," Tooru said, ruffling her hair. "I know you don't trust me or Yoojun, and that is fine."

"But it is a request," Tooru took his laptop and placed it in Naoko's lap.

Then Yoojun stood up, the sun shining against his face.

"Please write on that, whatever you feel or have felt," he said with a soft smile.

"Send those drafts to us when you feel like you trust us," Tooru leaned back. "Also you cheeky brat I don't like chocolate!"

There was a soft pause.

"It was a little revenge." Naoko smiled like the winter sun.

Tooru softly pulled her ears and then went on to teach her how to use the device.

"Do you know Japanese?" Tooru asked in between teaching Naoko. Yoojun laid on his lap, Naoko laid on Yoojun's legs.

Naoko gave a thumbs up.

"Wait really?" Yoojun asked.

"Yea, Miss Shizuka taught me."

"Okay, then language would be fine." Yoojun said, grinning.

"Who says I'm gonna send?"

"Brat."

"Idiot."

"Shut up."

And like that the next day Tooru was gone.

And Naoko wrote an email every day that week.

Day 1

To: Mom

From: Figure it out.

Subject: You are stupid, I hate you 

I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU.

THANK YOU FOR DYING!

I HATE YOU.

Hope you are in hell,

Figure it out.

.

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To: Anyone~

From: The great galaxy girl.

Subject: Stars!

So, stars, pretty.

Yoojun, his name is hard to write, told me about galaxies. I thought he was too stupid for that!

Writing just this much took me twenty minutes and my hands and fingers hurt.

Yoojun is sitting in front of me. Well, he is cleaning the house.

Sometimes I think I got two moms from God for taking one.

Stupid God.

Could have given Tooru[Idiot dumbass stupid] and Yoojun[dumber] way before.

If they were the men my birth giver brought, I am sure they would have saved me.

But…then again, one could never say.

Tooru says I don't trust them.

But they are the only stars in my galaxy.

Miss Shizuka too!

Anyways.

I think you two are stupid,

Your smart kid.

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To: I don't know

From: The awesome baker

Subject: Love is shit.

I never told anyone this, and it is one of my deeper secrets.

Though how much would a fourteen year old hold.

So one time I had this crush.

He was an older boy.

He loved baking.

I learned baking from my mom, only for him.

He had wide black eyes and a sharp nose.

But he was kind.

He always looked after me.

And it was the only time I felt my mom loved me. She taught me baking like she were a human. Not whatever she was.

But he went to the city.

Would be a coincidence if Tooru met him

So anyways, love is shit!

I cried and cried.

Oh well.

Baking was fun back then, but it is better to throw flour at Yoojun.

Yours,

Lover girl.

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To: Me

From: Me

Subject: Me

So it's like 2 a.m. and I can't sleep, so I promise this will be the last one.

Some days I can't sleep.

I look at the ceiling and remember the days when all I could do was look at the ceiling as those dirty, dirty men looked at me.

I sometimes walk to Yoojun's room, my hands almost knocking on the door. But then I go back to my room.

Out of all of them the one that I remember the most, is a guy with skin as pale as the snow on those mountains Tooru tells me about.

He was what you would call an annoying person.

Or a creep.

Whenever his hands, wherever his hands touched I would scrub and scratch till it bled.

He even took pictures.

Remembering him makes me want to give up.

But then I see Yoojun who always makes me food, does everything for me, never even touches me without asking. And the best thing is he is not treating me differently.

He does it to Tooru, Miss Shizuka, and everyone who he meets.

I love him because Yoojun may be dumb, but he is the kindest.

And Tooru is rude, harsh, blunt, but I love how he ruffles my hair and makes me feel like he will be there no matter what happens.

Though that guy did get angry at me.

Damn him.

Mine,

Me.

Day 2

To: Anyone?

From: Naoko

Subject: Baking and marriage.

I like rocks.

Not the music that Tooru listens to.

But rocks.

The hard things. You know.

One time the baking guy 'accidentally' threw a rock at my mom.

That's why I like 'em.

You know, I'm pretty young.

But I'm sort of dirty.

That's what those other people called my mom.

So technically, as her daughter I'm also stained.

Well I am stained.

I don't think anyone would marry me.

But Yoojun told me otherwise.

When I first met him, he was a weirdo without a job.

I am also jobless now!

All of it was Yoojun's fault.

I always hated men. Even now. But I don't think I can hate half of the population.

Yoojun told me I had the right to.

Yoojun is the other half.

That guy is a weirdo, truly.

He told me about his lost friend.

I reminded him of her.

He does look at me like I may disappear.

But I know Yoojun would be hurt.

I don't want that.

But that's not the topic.

I don't think anyone would ever love me romantically.

That's the topic.

I would not choose me in the room either.

Even if I do. All I know is that I'd like a guy who likes rocks.

Rockity rocky,

The rock

[NAOKO]

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To: The pale man

From: the one who wishes you go to hell.

Subject: 

I hate taking baths.

That man used to take them with me.

He loved that.

He left too many scars on my heart.

But he left scratches on my body.

When I look in the mirror, I remember his nails digging deep.

I wish he falls from a mountain, I hate him, I Hate Him, I HATE HIM.

WISH YOU DIE.

I WISH YOU DIE.

DIE.

Wish you hell.