The Story of You and Me After Our Happy Ending

By Clorinda

Rated: PG

Category: Angst

Summary: Now that he knows the truth, he has more questions than ever. Companion piece to "The Story of You and Me Before Our Happy Ending." Read that first to grasp the full concept of this. This also relatively better.

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Does she really love me? Or does she see me as some pathetic charge of hers? I know she used to run a daycare with her friend, before she joined the mob.

I still don't know what I used to do. People sometimes wave at me in the street, and I suppose Midori was telling the truth when she said I used to practice psychology, and lecture at a university too. The mind game seems ironic.

Now, the two of us are still too afraid to find jobs in big institutions, lest someone recognizes us. It was a mutual decision to run a bookstore, with residential quarters on the floor above. Our customers think we're engaged, if not married. But no one from our past has found us.

We've moved out of Japan, and we're starting afresh. We've even had to change our names. But it doesn't matter if we're safe at last.

I sit by the window, staring listlessly at the wharf and the sea. My eyes are unseeing.

Midori's not home; she's in Tokyo right now, picking up some stuff from her old place. She didn't tell me what, and out of habit, I didn't ask. She and I have found an invisible wall between us now. We lean on each other for support, but we never entwine into one single soul.

I suppose I always expected this day would eventually come. Right now, in my mind's eye, I can see her sipping a cup of mocha, laughing and talking with her friends.

She never saw in me what she saw in them.

As fort what I think, I don't have a clue. Before I came here, back in Japan, she posed as my girlfriend so we could live together. That was what we looked like, and that was what we were. To me.

Now, we still put up that front, but deep inside, I doubt we feel that way.

I've fallen out of touch with the Get Backers, Ban and Gingi, and although I thank them for my memory, I resent them for it too.

What would my life have been if I knew nothing about my past? Would have gone on thinking I loved Midori, and she loved me?

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