KBTBB - Bidders Finding Divorce Papers Left By MC (Mamoru)
The divorce papers series continues! lol. Hope you like Mamoru’s part!
You were his wife. Not his maid, not just his housemate, not his personal chef. You were with him for more than to keep him company. You thought he knew and agreed to that. He said so the day you both said “I do.” But he didn’t seem to enforce it. Affection took a back seat to sleep, conversations turned to mostly about meals and work and the like, dates became less and less frequent, even sex seemed to happen less often. You had a talk with Mamoru and things picked up…for a little while. Then the same routine resumed.
Completely neglected, you moped around like a lost puppy for weeks. Too long. Much too long. You couldn’t do it anymore. It appeared to be a loveless marriage on Mamoru’s part. When he called you ‘sweetheart’, it no longer spurred inside you those loving emotions that it used to. It became simply another word for ______…just like 'kid’. It was too heartbreaking for you. So you did what needed to be done.
He slung his jacket over the chair and trudged over to the couch, which was probably his favorite spot in the house. He clicked the television on. A few minutes went by before he realized something was missing. You hadn’t greeted him when he walked in, and the usual sounds of your presence had gone silent. No shuffling of feet, no humming, nothing.
“Kid?” He called. When there was no answer, his eyebrows furrowed. You should be home.
He began to walk through the home, as he neared the kitchen, a certain smell caught his senses. Soba. His favorite. On the counter sat a bowl of the steaming dish. A smile crossed Mamoru’s lips upon seeing it. As he neared, the detective noticed what was placed beside it; a small stack of papers. Once again, his eyebrows furrowed. He hesitantly took the papers in hand and scanned over them.
It was like his heart had stopped. It hit him like a ton of bricks. His mind raced, barely able to process all the thoughts and emotions. He knew he had been ignoring you lately, and he knew he needed to change that, but he didn’t expect this. You had left him. You were gone. Sorrow took up almost all the space inside him.
Why didn’t he pay attention? Why didn’t he appreciate you more? He should’ve showered you with affection, but that was replaced by laziness, and it cost him everything. Everything he held dear. The closest one to his heart. The love of his life. The person he would choose over anything else. His sweetheart.
Mamoru sunk to the floor. The hard tile was cold and hurt to lay on, but that didn’t sway him to move. He felt like he deserved it. He deserved the pain. It would let him experience the pain you went through while bearing with him. Large hands clenched into fists, facial features scrunched up in a display of some kind of torture.
“______…” The detective whispered. How he longed to take you into his arms, feel your warmth around him again. He wanted to hold you and whisper the most sincere apology ever spoken into your ear. But his arms were empty, just like his heart was without you.
“If I could take it all back, I would. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Just come back” His tearful apology fell upon deaf ears. You wouldn’t come back. It killed him, but he knew he had brought it upon himself. Now, the most important person in his life, whom he loved more than he ever thought possible, was gone. And she took his heart, no, his everything with her.
“I love you, ______” If only he had said that more. He wanted to hear those three words from your lips once more time. But all he had right now was the note on the countertop that he didn’t see.
'I love you, Mamoru. I’m sorry’
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