Cry - Blog Posts
My only solence while cutting onions is that I'll cook and eat them right after I cry.
Take that, lachrymatory factor!
My stomach acid shall give you your deserved sentence.
One Flesh - Angst with Kento Nanami 🤍
The evening had started off tense, but Sara had promised herself she wouldn’t let it get to her.
Nanami’s family wasn’t bad, per se—most of them were welcoming, even kind. But his mother… she had made it clear from the moment they met that she didn’t think Sara was “the right kind of woman” for her son.
Sara had braced herself for the usual passive-aggressive comments, but tonight, it was worse.
"You must be very confident," his mother had said at one point, eyes flicking over Sara’s dress. "Wearing something so… fitted."
Sara had just smiled politely, refusing to let it show that the words had stung.
Later, as they sat down to eat, she overheard his mother whisper to one of Nanami’s relatives: "She certainly doesn’t look like the kind of woman Kento would go for. He’s always been so… disciplined."
Another chuckle, another whisper: "Maybe he just settled."
Sara clenched her fists under the table, her heart sinking. Settled?
She wanted to leave. But she knew Nanami would ask why, and she didn’t want to cause a scene. So she just kept smiling, kept pretending.
Until he walked up to her.
Nanami had been caught in conversation with some of his cousins, but the moment he approached Sara again, he knew.
She looked fine on the surface, but her smile was just a little too tight, her hands wringing in her lap. She wasn’t okay.
"Sara," he murmured lowly, so only she could hear. "What happened?"
Sara swallowed, shaking her head. "Nothing, love. I'm fine."
But she wasn't a good liar—not with him.
And then, as if fate had set itself against his mother, he heard it.
"If she lost a little weight, she'd look so much better in that dress," his mother murmured to a woman beside her. "It’s a shame. Kento could have anyone, and yet…"
That was it.
The room went ice cold.
Nanami’s entire expression darkened. His jaw clenched, his fists curled at his sides, and when he turned to face his mother, his voice was eerily calm—but lethal.
"We’re leaving."
Sara blinked. "Nanami—"
He was already grabbing her coat, helping her into it with careful, almost reverent hands before taking her hand in his.
His mother’s eyes widened. "Kento, you don’t have to—"
"I will never come back here if you continue to disrespect my wife."
The room fell silent.
His mother’s mouth opened and closed, the realization hitting her all at once. She had gone too far.
"I didn’t mean—"
Nanami ignored her completely, already leading Sara outside.
The drive home was silent at first.
Sara was staring out the window, quiet. Too quiet.
And then, he saw them.
Silent tears. Rolling down her soft, beautiful cheeks.
His heart broke.
"Sara," he whispered, guilt lacing his tone. He reached over at the red light, cupping her cheek gently. "I'm so sorry. I should have never brought you there."
She sniffled, shaking her head. "It's okay, Kento. Really, it's fine."
But it wasn't. It wasn't fine.
His lips pressed together in a thin line before he leaned in, pressing soft, lingering kisses to each damp trail on her face.
One on her cheek.
Another near her temple.
Then another, just beside her lips.
Sara let out a soft, surprised chuckle at the tender assault, her hands weakly gripping his wrist. "Nanami, stop, you're driving—"
"I don’t care." His forehead rested against hers, his warm breath ghosting over her skin. "You are the most important thing in my life, Sara." His voice dropped even lower, more intense. "I love you. You are all I need. All I want."
Sara closed her eyes, letting the warmth of his words wash over her.
Then, finally, finally, she whispered, "I love you too."
And just like that, the weight of the night melted away.
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The apartment was quiet. Too quiet.
Nanami sat on the couch, watching as Sara moved around their home with that too-careful air—like she was trying not to be noticed.
It had been hours since they returned from his mother's gathering, and though he had kissed away her tears in the car, he knew.
She was still upset.
"Sara," he called, voice even but firm.
She turned slightly, a forced smile gracing her lips. "Hmm?"
He narrowed his eyes. "Come here."
Sara hesitated. "I'm fine, Kento. Really."
Lies.
His patience thinned.
"Come here, sweetheart." His voice was softer this time, but it was not a request.
He reached for her, meaning to pull her onto his lap—to hold her close, reassure her like he always did—but she stepped back.
Refusing him.
Nanami’s jaw tensed. He did not like that.
He set his glass on the table with deliberate calmness, his golden eyes never leaving her. "Sara."
She exhaled shakily, arms crossing over her chest. "Do you regret it?"
His brow furrowed. "Regret what?"
She swallowed hard, eyes fixed on the floor. "Marrying me."
His breath stilled.
Before he could even form a response, she continued—her voice quieter now, weaker.
"If… if you want to break up with me, it’s okay, Nanami. I’ll leave."
His fingers twitched.
"Sara—"
"I don’t want to embarrass you anymore. Or hold you back." She let out a breathless laugh, but it was hollow. "Maybe your mother is right. You deserve someone better. It’s fine. We can just go our separate ways."
Separate ways.
The words sent an ugly, unfamiliar panic curling in his chest.
But what broke him was her final whisper.
"You’re too good for me… I—I'm sure you’ll find someone as good as you. And I… I can find someone on my level too."
Nanami stood so fast the chair scraped loudly against the floor.
Sara gasped as his strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her into his chest, holding her so tightly she could barely breathe.
His voice was sharp, filled with something dangerously close to desperation.
"Do not say that again."
She swallowed. "Nanami—"
He pulled back, his hands framing her face, forcing her to look at him. His expression was furious. But underneath it, there was something raw in his gaze.
"There is no one else. No ‘better’ person for me." His fingers tightened slightly. "You are it, Sara. You are all I want. And I will never—never let you go."
Sara’s lip trembled. "But your mother—"
"Is not in this marriage." His forehead pressed to hers, his breath fanning over her skin. "I chose you. I will always choose you. And I will spend every damn day proving it to you if I have to."
Her eyes burned with fresh tears.
His lips brushed over hers, soft but urgent.
"Stay with me, Sara."
She let out a broken little laugh. "Do I have a choice?." She said while hiding her face in his neck
His grip on her waist tightened. "You don't. You are stuck with me."
And when he kissed her again, it was with all the love, all the devotion, all the certainty in the world.
Note: This song reminds me of him 🤍
(*^▽^)/★/$*!!>☆♪B O I N G☆^♪*<★¡¡¡//
And maybe you’ll never quite understand what you did to me
And maybe I’ll have to live with that
And maybe...just maybe,
That will be okay
~ excerpts of me moving on ~