"Do you miss it?" Was the sudden inquire, hands pausing in their diligent decoration of the pastry to be served later that night. "The life you led before-- do you?" It might have been too personal a question, but he never stated she needed to be specific. //xltruistic
His question drew her attention away from the fridge, her hand still lingering on the door. It was kind of an odd question, she thought – unexpected, in it’s seriousness. She supposed, though, that she could understand where it came from.
It wasn’t an unfair question. She and Seto came from rather different places, after all – not to mention, until she’d started at the company, she had quite literally lived a different life. Plenty of people had asked her about it, of course, but… none of them had ever asked if she missed it. She supposed, none of them had cared. Or, they couldn’t imagine why she would. She lived at the Kaiba estate now, with a great job, a partner, a family…
Slowly, she closed the door, holding a water bottle loosely in her hand. Sweeping her bangs away from her face, she made her way over to the counter he was working at, leaning beside him against it.
“It… may sound silly, considering everything I have now, but… yeah. I do.” She admitted, in a quiet voice. “I used to work with a man named Zak. If you google it, there’s a lot of trash about him online, but… he’s a wonderful person. He took me in, when I didn’t really have anywhere else to go, and I… miss seeing him, every day. Plus, my job was different. I was his assistant, more than his secretary. When he travelled, I went with him, and I worked on all of the projects personally… I really liked what we did. It was… pretty devastating, when he told me that I couldn’t continue with him.”
Her brow furrowed, as she thought of it - the strange, fuzzy feeling memories of their conversation, which always seemed to slip just through her fingertips. She remembered how it had felt, of course. The denial, anger… and the hurt. It had been so unexpected, it had felt like a slap in the face. But… why had it been unexpected? Business didn’t work like that… She blinked, and shook her head, trying to chase that nagging feeling away.
“…and sometimes, I miss my dad.” She murmured, tracing her fingers along the cap of her bottle. She stared hard at it, barely noticing Ryou’s reflection in the smooth metal - if he was looking at her, she had no idea. Her dark eyes were distant, lost in memories that surged forward, demanding her attention.
It felt strange, to keep admitting so much - she hadn’t even meant to mention her father. It had just… slipped out, though, without a second thought. Like a landslide, following the deluge that had come by just saying Zak’s name. When was the last time she’d mentioned any of them…? Once more, she tried to reach memories which slipped away, her hands falling still as she fell silent. The harder she tried, the more it all seemed to flee - specifics of what she did, of why she left…
“I almost… feel like something’s missing.” She said, her voice dazed, and small. “Something I can’t quite put my finger on. Isn’t that strange..? Missing something, when you don’t know what it is…”
