Blink | By : yeagerbomb Category: Gravitation > General Views: 2675 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“A toast!” Father called. “To happy endings for our daughter!”
“To a successful life for her!” Mother chimed in.
“To the great food Mother made,” Mika laughed.
I strained my ears in the living room, listening to what they were doing. Tatsuha was already snoring gently beside me on the couch, and I was stuck on the floor. It was at least five degrees colder where I was than the couch. But I wasn’t paying attention to that. I wanted to know what was happening in the kitchen. I heard the fourth glass scrape slightly against the table as Tohma rose his to the others.
“To the birthday boy, undoubtedly snoring in the next room,” he said, and they all tipped their glasses together making a small ring radiate through the air. I smiled broadly, excited that Mika’s fiancé, as it turned out, had put me into their toast. Mika had made the announcement at dinner, and Mother and Father were both incredibly enthusiastic. I listened to them talking, assuming Tatsuha and I were both sound asleep, but if Mother really knew me, she would know I can’t sleep with much noise.
I rolled onto my stomach to try to sleep, when I heard Tohma bring up the gardens. My eyes went wide and I listened intently now. “They were all so beautiful. Eiri said you tend most of them, Mrs. Uesugi, and I could really tell the touch of a woman who knows her plants.”
“Thank you, Tohma. You’re so sweet,” Mother answered. “I take great pride in the gardens. I love every single one out there. Tatsuha’s vegetables are coming along quite well. I’m very proud of him.”
“I thought they looked healthy, and Eiri showed me Mika’s old garden as well. The flowers have been very well cared for, Mrs. Uesugi.”
“I do my best to care for what my daughter left behind,” Mother said, most likely a smile of glee on her face. “Everything in that garden was what Mika wanted when she planted it. I would never do a thing to condense my children’s creativities and desires.”
“I’m glad to hear that. I looked at one garden in particular. I thought it was gorgeous,” Tohma said. I winced, knowing he was talking about mine.
“Really? Which one?” Mika asked.
No, no, no! my brain screamed.
“The roses? Those are my favorites,” Father said, interested. I dropped my head onto my pillow, knowing this would not have a pleasant outcome.
“It had a few different plants, but these were irises. What attracted my eyes was the diversity of color among them,” Tohma said.
“Oh, the garden in the middle of the yard?” Mother asked. “I planted the irises purposefully that way, and I think the lilies and crocus’s make such a lovely contrast, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes, I did enjoy that one, but I’m talking about Eiri’s garden,” Tohma said, finishing the deal on my head. I’m dead, I thought.
“Oh, really?” I gritted my teeth at the hidden tone of Mother’s voice. She was clearly upset.
“Eiri’s?” Mika asked. “I haven’t had a chance to really look out there yet today. What color are they? I think the year he planted them they were all yellow.”
“Each one is a different color. There’s a pink, white, yellow, and red. They look absolutely beautiful,” Tohma told her.
“Well, of course the irises are nice. Mika helped him plant them,” Mother said, hope rising that that was what he had liked most.
“Yes, he told me. He said each one represented a family member, and I thought it was rather sweet.” There was a collective silence at the table. I had never told anyone that before, because it had been so stupid.
“Really?” Father asked.
“I always thought he’d wanted four so he would have one in each corner,” Mother muttered. “Eiri is usually so simple minded.” I was hurt by that remark, but said nothing. I held back tears for the hundredth time in the last two days, when I heard Tohma answer her.
“I don’t believe so, Mrs. Uesugi. I think Eiri is a brilliant child. He told me exactly why he planted each and every flower in his garden, and they were all remarkable reasons. They were all touching, and deep-rooted into his soul. I must say, he is far from simple minded. He excels in his classes, does he not?” I winced again, fearing he would know how stupid I really was.
“Not really, no,” Father said. “He gets ‘C’s generally, and he isn’t at all as far as he should be with his lessons to take the temple, but he certainly has some small talent for it. If he would only practice as Tatsuha does.”
“If only, if only,” Mother sighed. “Stop dwelling on it dear. Have some more wine.”
“Oh, thank you.”
“So really, Tohma. What did you like about Eiri’s garden?” Mika asked, persistently. My eyes bulged. I had thought they were out of that conversation, but no, Mika just had to press the issue.
“Well, he seemed very modest about it. Like it wasn’t that great, but I absolutely adored the garden. He seemed a little embarrassed that the daisies were looking so poorly, but it is late in the season. They should be dying. The snapdragons are just now beginning to bud and baby’s breath is sprouting up throughout the entire plot, scattered here and there, but it looks so beautiful.” I shrank where I was, hearing him say to Mother I had just strewn the seeds about. They had to be placed carefully and intently. “He told me that last year he had forget-me-nots. I would have loved to see them too, but I was happy to see the remnants of the daisies.”
“Really?” Mother said, agitation clear in her voice. “The baby’s breath is just thrown around?”
“Well,” Tohma said, noting the tone this time, “I’m sure that’s not exactly what he did, but they aren’t in perfect lines like the other gardens. It’s freer and more…wild and expressing. I think it says a lot about him. He could do great things, if given the chance.”
Suddenly, I felt overwhelmingly tired and my eyes closed. The last thing I heard before falling asleep was Tohma saying that he was sure I would do something meaningful in my life, and the rain mentioned so long ago begin to pound on the roof.~
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