Here I am again with a new story by ranam and Akane, this time in a new style. Please write me what you think of it. Well, new style is exaggerated, of course it already exists, only I haven't written it like that yet. I hope for a lot of clerks, otherwise I'm very sad! So then I wish you a lot of fun!
Your aki

Ever been strong

Be strong. Never be allowed to be weak, always fight. Fighting so that nobody notices. So that nobody notices that I too have feelings that are not always just anger, aggression and hate, but maybe ... also love. These sentences have guided me all my life since my mother died. She had never fought and never hated either. Even so, she was killed ... by her own body. Even though I was very little then, I swore to myself that this would never happen to me. That I would never be weak like she was. Yes, my mother was weak, she only let her feelings guide her and I was angry with her.I blamed her for her death, even though I knew I was lying to myself. Because only the illness was to blame. The reason I didn't want to see that was because I wanted to suppress the sadness and pain of the loss. During this time I also started martial arts, which my father taught me and trained with me. I despised boys and reacted to everything with violence and aggression. All these years ... until he came. From then on, my life changed suddenly. Not just because I was suddenly and involuntarily engaged, but because it did something in me. With him nearby I felt a force that was more powerful than anything else I have known before, but like all the years I did not allow it to listen to this force, more than that, I refused to recognize it. I hid it deep inside me. Out of reach for everyone. For me too.
So we argued all the time. I berated him and acted like I hate him profoundly.But everything was different ... and finally it had changed!
It was a day like always ...
"Akane man, what's the shit? What did I do?" "Hmph ..." I just turned around. Yes, what had he actually done, nothing, except for the fact that his presence made me nervous. I could have hit him all the time and shampoo was just fine. She clung to Ranma as soon as she saw him and even though he tried to push her away, I got jealous as hell. I could have attacked shampoo, but then it would have been possible that Ranma would have noticed that I liked him better than I pretended to be. I knew exactly what his face looked like now. Angry, annoyed, yet hurt in a strange way. I felt kind of sorry for him too, but I didn't want to give in. I started my legs and moved away from him. “Where are you going now?” His voice trembled, as it often did after I hit him."Home ..." I was really good at making my voice sound cold. And so I went. Situations like this happened several times a day until that day when everything changed forever.
It was the anniversary of my mother's death and, as always, we all went to her grave. But that wasn't enough for me. I wanted to be alone with her. Of course I can do it every day, but I wanted to do it that day. The arguments with Ranma broke me. I often lay in my bed at night and thought about what it would be like if I just accepted everything as it is, if I accepted that Ranma was good for me. I wanted to be very close to my mother and that day I felt connected to her. After we got to the grave, I sat in my room and looked out the window. It was autumn and the leaves were falling from the trees in our garden. Like little ships. Small ships on their last journey.
I sat like this in my room until late at night.I didn't even come down when Kasumi called for dinner. It was now almost one in the morning, the time my mother died. I never understood why we always go to the grave a day early, because it was actually the day of her death, but it didn't matter now. I knew that everyone was sleeping now and I put on warm clothes, it was already pretty cold, then I left the house. A relatively strong wind was blowing and the foliage, those dead leaves, performed a bizarre dance of death. Except for the sound of the wind and the reverberation of my footsteps, there was no sound. I finally got to the cemetery. There was a strange silence and calm here. I slowly moved towards the grave. It was pitch black as a thick blanket of clouds covered the moon. When I got to the grave, I knelt down and was just quiet, enjoying this eerie atmosphere, feeling my mother's presence. It may sound a little crazy, but it really was, and then I started talking to her.I told her everything that had happened so far, what was always close to my heart, what I never dared to say. And then of course there was the ONE topic, He, my fiancé. I spoke everything from my soul to the way I had seen him the first time and at first absolutely didn't like him. How everything then turned around and I fell in love with him, but couldn't and didn't want to show him this, for fear of being weak and being laughed at by him. Instead, how I kept arguing and beating him, even though I knew neither of us wanted to. And for the first time in my life I admitted that I couldn't cope with this situation, that it was beating me all down. I felt how everything rolled over me like a wave and everything burst out of me. I slumped and cried, cried like never before in my life. At the same time I was ashamed. I was weak. I was exactly what I always wanted not to be. Like my mother ... just weak.Suddenly I felt like someone wrapped their arms around me, very gently and yet giving protection and support. I turned my head to see who it was and recognized Ranma. I wanted to push him away, didn't want him to see me at such a moment. But I didn't make it, he held me tight and wouldn't let go of me. I reared up against it and then he said something that puzzled me. “I was wondering when that would happen.” I just looked at him. Was it really possible that he knew how I was feeling all along? He just held me and then said: "Showing feelings is not a weakness, on the contrary. To be able to show feelings and accept them you need a lot of courage and strength to deal with some." At that moment I understood it. My mother was never weak, she was perhaps stronger than anyone else. And it took me 10 years to realize this. I clung to Ranma and he just held me tight, gave me comfort and a feeling of security that I never knew before.Some time later we went home together. In the meantime I had calmed down and felt free. I let out everything that had bothered me all these years and that was good. But I also knew that it would be a long time before I could live with my feelings like my mother did. About halfway through the walk, Ranma stopped. He stood in front of me and without saying anything, he kissed me very gently. I didn't know what happened. When we broke up he looked deep into my eyes and whispered: "I don't want to hide my feelings any longer ... I love you ..." I didn't answer. I let my feelings guide me and wrapped my arms around him. I could only smile, I was so happy. He swung me in a circle and when he put me back on the floor, he kissed me for a long time.
That was all 10 years ago. I have been married to Ranma for the third year now and live happily and in harmony with my feelings, with my mother as a role model.I walk down the street. It's an autumn evening. The moon shines brightly down. A light wind blows up the fallen leaves, small ships that happily dance in the moonlight. I feel like walking. I take Ranma by the hand and start running, along with the wind.

The end

That was it. Maybe it got a little short, sorry. So now I'm busy writing clerks so that I can be happy (I really do !!). I love you all very much!