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Where Have You Been (Orchestral Version)
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"What are you saying?!?!?!"
I yelled at the top of my lungs. On the roof of the Shuzenji estate, at whatever hour of the night it was...
I didn't care.
Because what he had just said was not possible. It was not a thing that could happen. It was not a sentence that Indra was capable of producing.
"Rumi... would you go out with me?"
FUCK NO!
No, no, no, no, no.
This should not be possible. I knew Indra. I knew him better than almost anyone alive. I knew how he felt about Anvi. I knew when she died, she had taken a piece of him with her that he had never gotten back. I knew that he carried her letter in his pocket every single day.
I knew that he had spent years being faithful to a memory, loyal to a ghost, devoted to a love that existed in the past tense and would never be present tense again.
And that was the thing about Indra. He wasn't the type to move on. He wasn't the type to look at another woman and think, "Maybe." He was the type to carve his love into stone and stand beside it for the rest of his life, alone, unmoving, because that was what felt right to him.
So why?
What changed?
I was spiralling. My brain was attempting to process the situation,
Maybe my reaction was too wild. Maybe the look on my face was amusing enough to break through whatever solemnity the moment had been carrying.
Because Indra smiled.
He reached into the same pocket he had pulled the letter from and produced another piece of paper.
He held it out to me.
I took it. Absent-mindedly. My hand moved on its own, because my brain was still three steps behind my body, still stuck on "would you go out with me," still trying to reboot from the system crash those words had caused.
I held the letter. A thing he never let anyone touch... he was handing it to me.
I stared at him. Waiting for an explanation. Because there had to be one. There had to be a reason he was showing me this.
I genuinely could not tell what was going on.
He smiled again and said, "This is the letter Anvi left for me. Read the last paragraph. The one in red ink."
Red ink?
I looked at the last paragraph.
It was indeed written in red ink.
But why? Why is he letting me read it?
Was this a trick?
As if hearing my thoughts, he said:
"No, this is not a trick. This part is related to you."
Related to me?!?!?!
Related. To. Me.
Anvi had written something in her death letter that was related to me. So I took a deep breath and read it.
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Oh, one final thing!!
If I die — which, let's be honest, might happen, that's literally the reason I'm writing this letter in the first place, hehe— I want to recommend someone as someone you could share a relationship with, if I am gone.
A girl who might be a really, really good match for you. Why? Because I know your stubborn ass won't move on. So I have to take things into my own hands!!
Ahem anyway, where was I? Oh yeah... the girl!
This girl is good!!! And the best part?? You already know her super well!!
Yup, it's our favourite Japanese!! The cutest!! The Rabbitest!!! RUMI!!!!!
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Now, before you think this is a joke, Indra, let me be very serious for a second (I know, shocking, me being serious, mark your calendar).
She has a massive crush on you.
Like. MASSIVE. The kind where she gets angry every time you're mentioned because she doesn't know how to deal with feelings that aren't punching-related. The kind where she picks fights with you constantly because that's the only way she knows how to get your attention. Heck, she stares at you when you're not looking and then pretends she wasn't and gets mad at anyone who notices.
If I weren't in the picture, she would have found her way to you eventually. I know it. She knows it, even if she'd rather eat her own shoes than admit it.
So if I'm dead by the time you read this — and if she still feels the same way (trust me, she will, that girl is stubborn about EVERYTHING, especially feelings she refuses to acknowledge) — please.
Try giving her a chance.
She might be a bitch on the outside..... okay she IS a bitch on the outside. But she's also caring, and fragile, and loyal, and brave, and she will fight the entire world for the people she loves. She just doesn't know how to say it without screaming.
Cherish her.
That's all from me.
Yours truly, and always the cutest,Anvi ♡
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My mind went blank.
Totally white-screened.
I read the paragraph again. And again. And a third time, because my brain kept insisting that the words would change if I looked at them enough, that they would rearrange themselves into something that made sense, something that didn't involve my dead friend writing a recommendation letter for my love life from beyond the grave.
She has a massive crush on you.
She knew.
Anvi knew.
Of course, she knew. She knew everything. She had that way of seeing through people and finding the truth underneath. She had done it to me the first week we met. She had seen what I was hiding before I even knew I was hiding it.
If I weren't in the picture, she would have found her way to you eventually.
The audacity. The absolute fucking audacity of this woman.
She might be a bitch on the outside. Okay, she IS a bitch on the outside.
I would have been offended if she weren't completely, devastatingly, annoyingly correct.
Cherish her.
My cheeks were on fire, and went red.
My hands were shaking. The letter trembled in my grip. I read it one more time and something inside my chest cracked open.
I don't know what.. but it felt lighter.
I looked up from the letter.
Indra was scratching the back of his head... equally lost on what to say. But you know... when confused, blame the guy in the front.
"YOU KNEW I LIKED YOU ALL THIS TIME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"
The words came out at a volume that shattered whatever peace the rooftop had been holding.
Indra raised both hands. "I was not ready,"
"YOU WEREN'T READY?! YOU WEREN'T READY?!?! I HAVE BEEN — DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I — DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY TIMES I-"
I couldn't even finish a sentence. The anger and the embarrassment and the joy and the grief were all hitting me at the same time, mixing into an emotional cocktail that my body had no idea how to process, so it defaulted to the one response I knew how to give.
Kick his ass.
"YOU FUCKER!!!!!!!!!!"
I lunged at him.
He dodged. Barely. A burst of static carried him off the edge of the roof, and he landed on the grass below, already running.
I jumped off the roof after him.
"GET BACK HERE FUCKER!!"
"RUMI, IF YOU WOULD JUST LET ME EXPLAIN-"
"EXPLAIN WHAT?! THAT YOU'VE KNOWN FOR YEARS?! THAT ANVI TOLD YOU?! THAT YOU SAT ON THIS INFORMATION LIKE A- LIKE A-"
I couldn't find the word. I was too busy running. And crying. And laughing. All three at the same time, which was a new experience for me and one that I would never, under any circumstances, admit to anyone.
We ran through the estate grounds. Past the garden. Past the fountain. Past a very confused security guard who watched Japan's Number Five Hero chase India's joint Number One around a mansion at midnight while screaming profanity.
Inside the house, faces appeared at windows. Jian pressed his nose against the glass and grinned. "Called it." Mei rolled her eyes beside him. "You called nothing." "I called everything, and you know it."
Momo and Akira appeared at a second-floor window, Nia perched on Akira's shoulder. All three of them watched the two figures sprinting across the lawn.
"Is... is Mirko chasing Indra?" Momo asked.
Akira squinted. "Yeah. And she's crying. And laughing. And screaming."
"All at the same time?"
"Yep, she's kinda weird. But who am I to judge?"
This little bitch!!!
"Should we do something?" Momo asked.
"Absolutely not," Akira said. "This is the best entertainment I've had all week."
"Daddy is wise," Nia said solemnly.
And as I was chasing him, a thought came into my mind.
Which brought a smile to my face.
Thank you, Anvi.
For seeing me when I couldn't see myself.
For knowing what I wanted before I could admit it.
For loving him enough to let him go. And caring about me enough to tell him where to go next.
For writing a stupid letter, recommending me as someone worth cherishing.
Thank you.... for being my best friend.
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