Of all the holidays, this was one most girls adored. The promise of romance, passion, love, and hoards of chocolate. And since Kimiko believed that the more that you had of such things, the better you were, it wouldn't be too absurd to guess that she'd be having the time of her life on Valentine's Day.
Only, she didn't.
Not only was it the day of love, it was also the anniversary of her birth and her mother's death. This was the day she was found inside her mother's womb. She disliked it. She just wanted to be alone on such a day. But today was the day that she received more invitations to hotel rooms than any other. And each year she rejected every advance that came her way without fail. There was no need for her to have a lover on such a melancholy day. Or anyone, for that matter.
So after waking up and trying to recall the events of her drunken escapade the night before and getting someone to cover her shift, she decided to stroll around the village for a bit before partaking in her usual "Valentine's Day Binge Drinking" ceremony. It was still early in the day and she hadn't completely recovered from her drunkenness of the previous night. It was best to wait.
That left her exposed to every nauseating and overly irritating public display of affection in the vicinity. Still, she put on her usual cheery appearance and marched on. And as she walked through the droves of couples she wondered if she'd ever have anything like that. If a guy would ever just dote on her for no reason at all. Since the men she'd been with were only after her for her prowess beneath the sheets, she was highly doubtful.
Though she did recall a nice stranger had carried her home and didn't end up taking advantage of her in her inebriated state, as they had done so often before. That gave her the slightest bit of hope that good guys did exist. So the smile on her face wasn't completely fake in the end.
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No response needed~
Just wanted to do a little angsty thing because I never do.
(And Happy Birthday to me! Gonna get hammered.)
