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Fic: Pros and Cons
Atonement - On Farway Seasides
catslove17
Title: The Good Things in life, are often too hard to see
Author: Catslove17
Fandom: 1 Litre of Tears
Pairing: Aya/Haruto
Genre: Angst, sadness, melancholy, reflection
Rating: PG - unless death creeps you out or something.
Word Count: 1,140, I think, don't quote me on it
Disclaimer: Property of Johnny and Stardust.
Summary: Aya is encouraged by her doctor to write up a list of things she looks forward to in life
Author's Note: This is for joechenglover not because I like her, but because she forced me (JK - well about the liking part). Please enjoy, and as this isn't really my fandom, I hope it isn't too bad. Please approve. This was Beta'd xcry by yay! Because she loves me, and I love her right back : D

Aya adds, thinking to the list of reasons why she hates this disease.

This disease made her doubt herself. Think about things she never had to before. Her old life had been easier. Wake Up. Eat. Go to school. Study. Shower. Sleep. Have Fun. All she needed to do was to study hard, and then all of life’s opportunities were open to her. She could be a doctor or a dentist. A lawyer or a garbage [wo]man. The world had seemed small in comparison, trembling before her. However, now she was the prey, scared and vulnerable. It makes her mind tick away, with haunting what ifs and depressing could have been.


She wonders if there was anything she could possibly have done to prevent this.

This nerve racking disease that made her think. Had she not been healthy? Hadn't she played basketball? Well enough to practically make it into the team without try outs. Well enough for Kawamoto sempai to like her. Maybe even love her in time. Had she not eaten all the right foods? Hadn't she always eaten what her mother made her and her fair share of tofu? Aya abstained from junk food, it always tasted artificial, and it messed with her ability to play at the top of her game, and with her family budget too. Had she not been a good person? True she had never been overly religious; however she'd been kind to the elderly, the children, the adults, and the disabled. Those less fortunate than her. Yet now she was to become one of them.


She wonders if anybody has bothered to return her library books.

The one about aquamarine life, the one she planned to read, in order to impress Haruto with her knowledge on marine biology. The comfortable weight of the hard back book remained a fond memory of different times.

The one about a guy who was in love with a girl whom he'd met in his childhood, but the two of them had no recollection of the other. Mari - chan had told her about it, the beautiful heroine who worked hard to help her sick mother, the corrupt, yet undeniably handsome hero who was her employer. She remembered squealing about it then, looking it up in the library and finding it available, an uncontainable smile spreading upon her face, jumping up and down with glee and annoying many library goers in the process. The happiness of that memory had seemed like light years away, and Aya can't remember the last time she felt so excited about anything. 

The one about Spinocebrellar disease. She had wanted to know more. What the doctors were telling her simply weren't enough. There had to be more to it than that. It was a thick book with a picture of a brain and a number of question marks hovering over it. The book had been hard to carry, heavy, stretching her woven bag, banging against her leg with every second step, unbalancing her, making her twice as susceptible to fall. Weighing her down. She'd opened it at home, made sure Ako was fast asleep and turned on the desk lamp discreetly. She finished reading fifteen minutes later, the section on Spinocebrella disease being fairly short. It was like reading a telogram.

Disease that affects the cerebellum. Stop. Causes immobility. Stop. Victims die within 5-10 years. Stop. No known cure. Stop. Survival rate zero. Stop.


She wonders if it's possible to ever feel truly happy again.

Her condition was never far from her mind. God dangling her inevitable fate on a long thin string. She was constantly reminded of her abnormality. Children running in the park. Girls dating their boyfriends in the streets. Basketball matches on televisions in electric stores. It was impossible she knew, to ever be that child running around screaming "you're it!". Impossible to marry and have children, or even to go out on a date. Impossible to play basketball again and experience that feeling of invincibility, that feeling of confidence that she only ever felt on the court. Impossible to dream.


But most of all she wonders if it was alright to let him love her.

Her broken body, wasting away before her eyes. Was it was okay to let him into her heart? One that would surely stop beating sooner than later. Her selfishness surprised her. The longing in her soul to hold him close and never let her go, festering deep inside her, disguised by her kind reassuring smile, slow annunciated speech, feather light touch. She didn't flatter herself. He'd never said that he loved her. Never asked if they could be more than friends. Any small gestures of romance that she would normally have speculated over with friends, giggling during long conversations over the phone, were now simply signals that he supported her. He didn't love her. He didn't need to. She loved him enough to suffice for the both of them. Her conflicting feelings terrified her too. At times she wanted him to love her, love all of her, all the way from her lifeless toes, to her silly little head. At other times she hoped he hated her. Secretly taking pleasure in her failings during physiotherapy class. Delighting in her immobility. If only so there wouldn't be a Aya shaped hole in his heart, when she would inevitably leave.

But he never said anything about it, and neither did she.


Aya looks down at her list. Bare and barren like her future. The bold PRO in captial letters had be re-traced over and over to a hardly readable state. The paper had remained blank. There was nothing in life to look forward too. Hell, there wasn't even a life to look forward too. Aya looked over her shoulder at the clock on the wall. It was five to six, and her dad had invited Haruto over, to "further asses his character". He'd been nice about it, kindly refusing at first, but relenting without much persuasion. He was now the only person who really ever came to visit her. The only person who treated her like a real human being. His touch seemed to be magical, send subtle feelings of excitement, dread and adventure mixed, in her veins. Unknowingly, she had given him a small part of her. The best part of her. The part that would live on. And the knowledge that he had a bit of her with him all the time pleased her. A calm bubbling feeling that she'd be wherever he was.

"DINNER! And Asou kun is here!"

Aya smiled. If anyone could make her forget everything and anything, including how to breathe, it would be Haruto.

"Coming!" she yelled back, hastily trying to wheel herself away from her desk, while leaving a rushed "Haruto" in thick pen underlined on the page.
xperfect_lines the makido drabble will be here soon (I hope, just waiting for the right bunny), and I'll post noble_scarlet 'smeme next time I update my lj, just to keep fic posts and social posts separate.

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words.words cannot describe.♥♥♥

The world had seemed small in comparison, trembling before her.
metaphor.kdjlkdfjs ;__;

looking it up in the library and finding it available, an uncontainable smile spreading upon her face, jumping up and down with glee
idk.this line was so vivid and striking that i just could imagine that scene and the library and idek.i am embarassing myself with my rambling.:|

It was impossible she knew, to ever be that child running around screaming "you're it!".
blah.
blah me.;__;
i love your attention to detail and how you can turn the littlest scene into a stunning emotional portrait and D:<.because you win.

She loved him enough to suffice for the both of them.
gorgeous and simplistic and so very true.
aya always did love haruto too much,you could see it in her eyes.

If anyone could make her forget everything and anything, including how to breathe, it would be Haruto.
i love love love this line and it was perfect for your lj-cut and ksjfsdlk lovers who can make each other stop breathing are the best kind.really.♥

"Coming!" she yelled back, hastily trying to wheel herself away from her desk, while leaving a rushed "Haruto" in thick pen underlined on the page.
killed me outright.
i was like ;___; and then this final touch came.
i totally did not see it coming.D:♥

But most of all she wonders if it was alright to let him love her.
and this line.
i left it to the last because it is kajsflak gorgeous and gripping and emotionally stunning and i ;____; cry so hard.
i like that you dont go on and on about their tortured souls and whatnot.
just this simple sentence is enough to convey her reluctance to break his heart.


...and now that i have embarassed myself enough,i will disappear.yes.nao.crying.;_________;

Only you can make me feel this way

I am so damn glad you commented. Your comments always send a tingly feeling down my spine, and give me such a huge confidence boost. I often go back and re-read my fics after reading your comment. Call me self centred ..... but you make me feel that way.

I am smiling so much, like you don't even know. Thank you so much for reading, so damn much. Words can not describe. I wanted to make the ending brilliant, and I always knew what it would look like. but it doesn't seem too right, however you always end up putting me at ease.

What in the world, would I do without you?

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