*Fashion design…it was still a job in that field, but surely a less exposed ones. This time, it wasn’t Ami dressing with clothes someone else designed, but the other way around. Even if the man never got interested in that sort of stuff, that change in Ami’s future career released a bit Adachi of the burden he had been carrying all along. Well, after all, he even gave her a book about fashion for her birthday, so he couldn’t complain about her choice. And, after all, if it was something she liked to do, who was he to stop her? Adachi nodded and smiled.*
Cool…hope I’ll get free clothes, then!
*Their conversation, however, switched on a more deep and hurtful subject and the Jester’s smile died along with the girl’s words. It was true … that was what they had been doing since the beginning. As soon as they found an obstacle, they took opposite directions to elude it, criticizing the other for that choice; and yet, when they met behind it, they couldn’t help but falling in love and start everything all over again. That was just the proof of how stupid they were.*
N-no…it’s going to be different. I mean … we will be bound to…face things together, right? So…o-of course, I can’t guarantee anything, but … it’s a promise. A promise that things will be better.
Broken little words coming from a broken little man. Ami would cherish them in her heart anyways. She wasn’t sure if she should believe him or not, but he had taken her word that she would stop running away, so she could believe him too. However, despite her trust in him, she knew there were obstacles left to be conquered.
Ami suddenly pulled away from him and stood, making a stance as her expression became serious. She put her hands on her hips and looked him over. If she had to pay for her sins, than so did he.
"You were a part of this too, you know…" Ami began, "…you could’ve called me, the phone works both ways! You could’ve stayed sober long enough for us to talk and fix things! You could have asked me to stay…" she became silent and became a bit misty in the eyes and her face softened.
*Adachi smiled weakly at Ami’s hairstyle. He loved it when her long hair touched her back and brushed her chest, however not having to peep between her locks to catch a glimpse of her skin was great too. Actually, the fact that he was able to have such thoughts without feeling any regret was a pretty good sign: in his mind, it sort of meant things were going well. It was kinda stupid to judge their relationship’s developments by such idiotic details, but …. that was just how Adachi was. Long story short, that guilty awkwardness he felt during that month was slowly turning again into a innocent one, as much as Adachi’s behavior could be defined as ”innocent”.
He welcomed Ami’s arm and opened the door, closing it soon afterward. It was pretty hot outside and suddenly Ami’s hairstyle choice made sense in the Jester’s mind. They started to walk in Junes’ direction, Adachi struggling hard to find a good topic of conversation. Eventually, he decided to go for one of the things he should have avoided.*
S-so ,mh, any ideas about…what do you wanna do…after college?
Ami watched as her nails squeezed his arm, and remembered how they had touched her own palm yesterday and made it bled, that had healed. But the marks he had left on her hips were still there. It was just a process between them. Hurting and healing, hurting and healing.
"Oh… well… it’s kind of silly but I think I want to go into fashion design.." Ami admitted after a while, a faint smile touching her face. She was a little embarrassed, a lot of people might look at the job as nothing more than dressing up dolls in over priced outfits, but Ami had been in the business long enough to know it was an art form.
She looked up at him and the smile left for a little bit as memories of the night before resurfaced. What the hell were they doing? “You know, we do this everytime…”
She suddenly halted their walking, her hold on Adachi’s arm becoming a little tighter. “The first time we met and you took me out to dinner, when we broke up, and now this…” her words trailed off as she began to think of the cycle their relationship seemed to be taking over and over again. “We hurt each other, and then we patch things up again…. are we still going to continue doing that…even after I graduate?”