Hi guys!
This is the second part (or the second chapter of this FF)
I don't know what to write yet ... * thinking * * smack *

End and beginning (2)

"...talk..."
' think '
words written apart are emphasized

Akiko was packing her bags when I got home. She did it as fast as she could, only taking the most important things with her. As if she couldn't stand living here with me any longer. Her face was pale and her eyes were still red from crying ...
"Akiko?"
I stood on the doorstep of the bedroom and watched her. She finally turned her face in my direction and it felt like she was looking at me for the very first time. The expression on her face expressed sadness, disappointment, and anger.
Most anger. She had never looked at me like that before. Really never.
Then she turned her face away again and took some of her dessert.
My mobile phone. She threw it at me. Not light, but firm. With a lot of strength.It was a habit of hers. When we argued, it happened that objects flew across the room.
Our bedroom wasn't huge, but it wasn't small either. The chances of meeting were high.
The cell phone hit my torso and then fell to the floor.
I bent down to pick it up.
"I will never forgive you for that ..." she said in a tear-choked voice. "Never."
She pointed to my cell phone. "Why don't you listen to your message ?!"
I pressed the mailbox button and Gina's voice could be heard ... Sleepy and tired ...

"It's always a bad sign if you leave before I wake up ... but please don't feel bad ... about last night ... please. It was nice to meet you at the bar and have a chat with you ...
Your wife is so lucky ... to have someone like you ... see you then, Ranma ... "

"Did you sleep with that woman?" Akiko asked me. She shook her head. "Why do I even ask? I know the truth as well as you ... but I ask you ... because ... because I want to hear from you ... that ... it is not true.But it is true. Everything. Everything, Ranma ... "
I took a few steps towards her and tried to put my arms around her trembling body. No, I didn't want to hug her. I just wanted to hold her ... try to calm her down ... stop her ... stop her from leaving me ... stop her from walking away from me ... but she shook my arms off and caught to sob ...
"She's just one of those women who sit down at the bar in the evenings and wait for company, isn't she?" Akiko said as she tore her blouses and jackets from the hanger and threw them into the suitcase. "Any of those bitches! I can't believe what you did, Ranma!"
"She's really nice! You would like her!" I objected, although it was pretty stupid.
I didn't realize it until the words slipped through my big mouth. But then it was already too late ... Akiko put her leggings aside, which she was about to pack in the suitcase, and came up to me.“You idiot!” Then she gave me a hard slap in the face. She didn't even know how to really hurt someone. Akiko couldn't hit anyone. But she did. Me. But I knew that she didn't want to. She stared at her hand in disbelief. For a moment I thought it was going to hurt, but it wasn't. She clenched them into a fist.
"You think it was something romantic ... or ... or ... something like that," she said. "But it wasn't ... it ... it was just ... just ... shit. Right shit. Do you love her?"
"What?"
"Are you in love with this woman?"
"It wasn't what you think Akiko."
"If she wants my life, then she can have it. Everything. You, too. S o n th e s you, Ranma. Because ... because it's all just a lie."
"Please, Akiko ... It was a mistake. A terrible mistake, okay?" I looked for words that could describe what had happened. "It ... it didn't mean anything." I tried to explain it to her.She started laughing and crying at the same time.
"Don't you understand Ranma? Don't you understand that it makes it worse?" she whispered. "Don't you understand anything at all?"
She bowed her head and let the tears run down her cheeks. She didn't wipe them away, let them drip onto the carpeted floor.
I wanted to put my arms around her again ... but something was strangely holding me back.
“You're like my father,” she sobbed and I knew it was the worst she could ever say.
Her father was a drinker. He abandoned his family to go to a bar and go to bed with other women. Akiko hated him for leaving her mother alone with her grief and illness, cancer.
Her mother died seven years ago. From then on, she decided to become a nurse to help other people. And she had never forgiven her father.
"Please, Akiko," I said. "You're welcome..."
She shook her head as if she didn't understand me ... or as if she didn't want to understand me."What, Ranma? Please? Please, what for?"
"Please ..." I repeated again. "Don't stop loving me ..."
“But you should have known!” She closed the suitcase, although there were still a few pants and sweatshirts on the bed. "You should have known that this is the only thing ... that I could never forgive you ... even if I wanted to, Ranma ... you should have known that I cannot love a man who does not love me .. . just me ... and if you didn't know that ... then you don't really know me. "
I followed her as she carried the suitcase outside. I let her go to the doorstep ... and then I realized that I couldn't take it without her ... that I couldn't be without her ...
I grabbed her wrist.
She paused for a moment.
"What more do you want?"
"Tell me where you are going! Just tell me where you are going."
"No. No, Ranma."
"Tell me please."
"No."
She pulled away from my grip and unlocked her car.She packed the suitcase in the back seat.
"Where are you going?" I called when I saw her getting in.
But she didn't answer me. And then she left me. Her eyes were hard and glowing. She was someone else. That wasn't my Akiko.
I watched the car until it turned the corner of the street where we lived together.

I don't know how I felt after Akiko left me ... Empty maybe ... lonely ... I paced the house aimlessly.
After three hours I couldn't take it anymore.
I called Gina. A longing overcame me ... I didn't want to sleep with her ... I just wanted ... someone to talk to ...
"Hello?" she answered.
"Gina?"
"Ranma, you?"
"Um ... yes."
I heard her giggle.
"What is so funny about that?"
"Well ... you dumped me today ... and then ..."
"... it's not about that."
"I know. What is it?"
"Akiko left me."
"And why are you calling me?""I ... I need someone to talk to."
"Oh..."
"I ... I can understand you if you don't want to ... at least ... I hurt you ..."
"No, you didn't hurt me! It's just ... surprising, you know ..."
"Understand."
"Do you want to come over? I'm at the hotel bar."
"OK."
"See you soon."
"Yes. see you soon."
I hung up and made my way to her.

She wasn't at the hotel bar. She stood in front of the hotel with her arms crossed and looked around. After me?
When I got out, she met me halfway. I looked a little shy on the floor. She smiled and bent over to see my face.
"Don't be so inhibited about me."
"Hm..."
"I'm fine. Really."
"Are you sure?"
"Very sure."
"Okay ... I don't want to hurt you any more."
"Stop it. I'm not mad at you. Would you like to sit down in the hotel café?"
"Well."
I dared to look straight out again and walked beside her.I knew why she wanted to sit down in the café.
Did it have to do with last night?

The café was like any other in Japan. Just that the environment was different. The hotel in which Gina was staying wasn't exactly the worst. Inside, the floor was made of marble and there were huge marble columns near the front desk.
"What do you want to drink?" she asked me when we reached the little café.
"Cola."
She grinned.
"For me too, please." She said to the waitress and then looked back at me. "She left you?"
I nodded. We found a place and sat down.
"Yes ... just now."
I was lying just now ... but what are three hours compared to three years that I would now spend without her.
"Oh ... Ranma ... that ... I'm sorry. Really. I didn't want your marriage to break up because of me ..."
The waiter brought us the drinks and Gina greedily drank half of it.
"Well ... that's just bad luck."I shrugged and it looked like I didn't really care. But it wasn't. I missed Akiko. I longed for her.
Gina also realized that I didn't care. She put her hand gently on mine.
"Hey ... it'll be fine."
"I still love her. And I don't know how to get over it," I muttered.
"I know how you feel..."
I looked at Gina in amazement. Has she ever been married?
"No ..." She laughed when I hesitantly asked. "No. But ... my girlfriend ... I met her in London. She just came from Japan and looked helpless. She really is a beautiful and wonderful woman. We were both 19 at the time."
"You have known each other for five years?" it burst out of me. A really stupid question.
"Yes. Well ... her situation was different from yours ... but ..."
“But what?” I was interested in this story. Strange. I didn't even know this woman."Go on."
Gina smiled weakly.
"You are very curious."
I blushed slightly, which made her smile even wider.
"She left Japan. For two reasons. The first was ... well ... she wanted to study in England. She wanted to be a photographer." With a proud look she continued: "And it did. Your pictures are. .. how should I put it ... dreamlike ... she loves romance and especially angels.
“She believes in angels?” I raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
"Yes. At first I shook my head too, but now I understand her better. In any case ... the second reason ... was that someone had hurt her. She always said something about a boy whose name she was up to me didn't say today. Funny, isn't it? It's been five years and she's still not quite over. "
"I'm sorry ... her great love must have really hurt her ..." I didn't know why ... but somehow I felt connected to this person, in some way ... as if I knew her