MangaSuna Week - Day 3!

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Day 3 - Injuries

Sometimes injuries were small, but sometimes they were big. Sometimes they were meaningless; just being a little reminder to not be reckless. But sometimes they were hurtful; hurtful on the inside and outside, for no reason at all...

Sometimes you just felt sad, whether it be an injury or not.

When feelings are bottled up inside you, they build up higher and higher till they lose their foundation and collapse.

And when it collapses, it breaks.

And when it finally broke, Setsuna broke too.

Sat with her legs crossed against her chest, tears welled out of her eyes with a tissue box next to her; soon about to be completely empty. She sat with her back against the frame of her bed, sniffling helplessly.

The others were asleep by now, and she worried that her bawls would wake them up.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

She wiped her nose with her periwinkle shirt sleeve and looked at the screen.

Manga was calling. How unusual...

She pressed the answer button.

"Manga?" She said, putting on her best I-just-woke-up voice. "What's up?"

"Hey, Setsuna," he replied, "how are you?"

Setsuna paused for a few seconds, before answering with; "good. Tired, but good. You?"

"I'm doing alright, I guess."

"It's pretty random that you called me, especially at this time. Are you sure everything is okay for you?"

"Yeah, I'm sure." There was a pause at the other end of the line, "are you sure that you're just 'good?'"

"Yeah, that I'm sure of."

"Good."

And then there was a deathly silence that got to all.

"Well, um... goodnight!"

"Yeah, night! Sweet dreams!"

The call was ended.

Setsuna switched off her phone and collapsed face first onto her bed, hugging her pillow...

Someone cared.

About her.

Maybe she was just making a big deal out of it, but she felt a warm reassurance. Someone she barely spoke to, actually took their own time into asking if she was okay. She barely spoke with him. Barely...

She smiled to herself, and put in a mental note to do the same for him.

And after her long episode of feeling unwanted and empty, she fell asleep, knowing that someone really did care.