Count On You
Pairing: YamaJima
Summary: They were married. He was abused.
Yuto POV
You told me you won’t be coming home tonight. I knew all along you were with him weren’t you. I overhead you exchanging sweet, kind words on the phone countless of times. You know I was aware of your affair, but you didn’t made any effort to tell me directly. I bet you’re at that rendezvous place with him now. I don’t even think you love me anymore..
I wasn’t able to sleep well last night. I took a few sleeping pills, which didn't work. I ended up drinking a bottle of cough syrup, guessed that worked. However only for two hours. Had a nightmare and I woke up. I can’t watch tv because there’s nothing on at this timing. I went to my study room and switched on the desktop. Might as well do work since I wouldn’t want to overdose myself any further. The picture I pasted at the right corner of my desktop was a picture of us at the country side. We were smiling. That was the past. I removed the picture and had it face lying down on the table.
I started work. Secretly, I work as a writer. All those anonymous articles in the numerous magazines were mine. Sometimes I would seek for help on marriage abusing, affairs and such. Nothing worked. Whenever I got really desperate I’d tend to go back to my hometown to calm down and get some advices from my parents. I’d only come home a week after or so. You’d scold me, saying I left you. I tried my best not to break down, but I can’t. I love you more than anything else in the world, how could you have forgotten that.
The next morning I woke up extra early and made a proper breakfast for you. You had a smile plastered to your face when you entered the living room. The face that I had missed. A tear rolled down my cheek as I placed you mug of coffee on the table.
“Yamada, I miss you.” I said. I hoped you realized what you have done wrong, and I had realized my wrong doings as well.
“I’m sorry for my wrong doings..” I couldn’t help but to break down. This time you had your arms wrapped around me.
“I’m sorry for mine too.” This was the first time I heard your voice in three months. You held my hands and gave me a short kiss, then left for work.
Two hours after you left the doorbell rang. It was the police. You got arrested for a stealing spree. Leaving me alone for five years. It was that severe. You broke in to a pawn shop and got as much gold as possible. Idiot. I’ll miss you even more..