They always said “let go”, but it isn’t without trying that Daiki can firmly rebuke this fucked-up notion. “I mean,” he tells Satsuki one day at a café, “look where that fuckin’ gets everyone. Just look at that Romeo and Juliet shit!”
Satsuki almost chokes on her latte. “You know Romeo and Juliet?”
Daiki shoots her a very offended look. “Of course I do,“ he mumbles into his cup, a little stung by the fact that his own best friend thought him an incompetent fool. “It’s not difficult to miss two idiots who just happened to kill each other off because of that love crap.” He takes a huge gulp of the black coffee, and somehow he can sense Satsuki wondering if it was a good idea to get him so pumped up with all the caffeine. Not like it’s his problem anyway. This is all her fault.
And Satsuki is just looking at him, so it couldn’t possibly hurt to ramble a little more about the whole let-go issue he’d been itching to discuss for ages, right? “Like, really, let go? That’s not a metaphor, is it? Because if it is then I’ll probably never know what it stands for unless you tell me, but I don’t think it is, which just makes it all the more fucked up—”
“Where is all this… angst… coming from?” Satsuki manages to ask, despite her obvious incredulity at the situation on hand. “Since when did you become so touchy about this letting-go thing? You had no problem letting go of Tetsu-kun.”
It had been this way for months now, the difficulty of acceptance and – well, shit – letting go, so upon mention of Tetsu’s name, he is promptly stunned into silence and opts for a glare and another deep swig off his cup.
Satsuki really needs to learn to keep her mouth shut sometimes.