Warning. Sexual contents ahead

With one strong pull, Louise bites off the packing tape and then sticks it tightly into the top of the box, sealing it. She just finished packing one and she's already exhausted.

She slumps on the floor, wiping her sweat in the forehead with an arm and looks around sighing wearily. There are still a lot of things to pack.

She goes to her fridge and rummages through the remaining plastic wares and packets that she could use to whip something up for dinner. She found a cold sausage and an instant noodle that she heated. She already packed half of her kitchen tools and clothes so in her remaining time in Japan, she's living with instant foods wearing her thin, silky night clothes that she just washes and wear, not wanting to dig the things she already packed to change.

Her flight is in three days so she didn't bother going outside to buy groceries. The weather in Tokyo was unusually colder than normal in this time of the year and she doesn't want to see the face of that El Diablo.

As much as Louise wanted to avoid anything that can remind her of Ojiro, it was as if God was really testing her. When she's home, every corner of the apartment screams 'Ojiro'.

The bed, the shower and the kitchen top. Her surroundings, every corner are filled with a dirty memory that haunts her every night and when she goes outside, his face was literally everywhere.

In grocery food packaging, bookstores filled with section dedicated for his glossy magazines and train stations. His face plastered in an entire wall with a familiar smirk tugged in his lips, his eyes looking through her soul.

One time she got really pissed, she kicked one of the small his posters on the sidewalk with her favorite Jimmy Choo high heels that Ojiro gave her. She didn't put it in the box of things she wanted to send back to him because it would make a perfect weapon of destruction. She just didn't expect it to be useful against Ojiro himself.

The heel ripped a huge hole right through the center of his face in the poster. Of course, she regretted it immediately afterwards.

It didn't take long for the authorities to be notified and she almost got arrested for destroying public property. The cops chased her down the road, and Louise is just lucky she got her knees and legs trained in the rink that's why she managed to lose the police in the crowd.

She sits in front of the portable heater, slurping the instant ramen in the plastic bowl. Louise lets out a sigh of contentment as the hot broth hits the spot. It only made her even more sweaty and that's what she needs in this cold weather. Sweating off all the heat from her body and the toxins of the past.

It's been more than a week since Ojiro and Louise broke up.

After that big fight that they had outside the rink on that night, in front of the old vending machine, their communication stopped since then.

She doesn't know about Ojiro, but he looks just fine holding up just as expected of him, carrying on with his daily TV appearances and training like nothing happened.

It's not like he'll lock himself up and cry over a gaijin, right?

And she's here struggling, fighting for her life.

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