haaallooooo!
how are you doing?
everything fit with you? tell me, where are all the other writers? * look * there are not many of them left .. * sniff *

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

"Akane?" I asked again.
Gina was also confused.
"You know each other?"
"Yes ... we know each other." Akane said quietly, avoiding my eye contact.
I looked at her. We haven't seen each other for five years ... Her short hair now went up to her chest and, in general, she looked indescribably pretty.
"How are you?" I asked her. "We haven't seen each other in a long time ..."
To my horror, I saw her clear, deep eyes fill with tears.
"But Akane ..." Gina whispered and tried to put an arm around her, but Akane shook him off.
"You have no right to ask how I am, Ranma ..."
"But ..." I said.
"Idiot." Then she turned and left.
'Great goodbye ...' I thought."Ranma ... are you ... the person who ... hurt her so much?" Gina looked at me.
"I ... I didn't know that I hurt her ... I ... just moved away ..." I stammered.
So I hurt her after all ... I didn't care about it for five years ... but she didn't like me, did she? She told me that she was glad I finally disappeared ... at least that's what I believed ... did I just make up those words? Was that what i dreamed Or was she just lying to me?
"Damn!" I mumbled and walked out of the dojo.
"Where are you going?" asked Gina.
"I want to look for you!"
"Wait, I will come with you."

We walked up and down the streets. She wasn't in the house.
'Why did you never tell me anything?'
After an hour we found her on a bench in Ichinohashi Park.
Her eyes stared at a certain point. They looked empty. And yet tears kept streaming down her cheeks.
"Gina ... can you ... please leave us alone ... I have to clarify this with her.""Of course. I'll look around a little."
I sat down on the bench with Akane.
"I didn't know that I hurt you so ..." I said quietly.
She didn't respond to my words. A couple of birds pecked leftovers in front of our eyes.
"I am sorry..."
Remain silent.
“You still look like you used to,” she said finally. "But your character ... has grown up."
"We're not kids anymore, Akane."
"I know ..." She wiped a tear away.
"I'm sorry ..." I repeated.
This time, I looked at her. The sun went down slowly and in the sunset her face looked even more beautiful than it already was ...
My fingers wandered to her somewhat cautiously. I found her hand and gave it a light squeeze.
"You hurt me so ..." she said hoarsely.
"I thought you do not like me."
Again she was silent. I could hear her breathing irregularly ... I could literally see sobs welling up in her chest ...
"I'm sorry Akane."And I was really sorry. It wasn't one of those typical excuses. I meant it as I said it. It wasn't a lie ...
"Do you think ... with an apology it is done? Do you think that I can forgive you?"
"No ... but I'm serious. I'm not lying to you."
"I know that..."
"Why are you crying?" I whispered and squeezed her hand.
One of my biggest weaknesses was that I couldn't see women cry. Not even Akane. Especially not them. I haven't pronounced her name for the past few years. I even forgot her last name. But...
"Why am I crying? Isn't that obvious?"
... but ... I wanted to forget her ... I had to forget her ...
I felt a certain affection for her ... but I never admitted it ... We kept arguing ... over misunderstandings and little things.
There were moments when I wanted to tell her ... but it all didn't fit together ...
"Aren't you happy? That we met again?" I asked carefully.She ran a hand through her hair. I glanced at her furtively ... She was wearing blue jeans and a white top.
'She is so pretty...'
Minutes passed before she said something again.
"Are you happy?"
I had to think twice ... Was I happy? Yes ... it was nice to finally see her again after such a long time ... And yet I felt something in my chest ... that hurt me ... and that made me sad ...
"Yes very..."
She didn't answer my question.
"When I had to think about you, it hurt ... and now ... now you're sitting next to me ... talk to me ... it hurts a lot more ... I feel like something is tearing in mine Inside ... "
"I don't want you to cry ..." I said softly.
"Then why did you hurt me so much?" she whispered. "Why did you do that to me?"
"Are you ... mad at me for moving away?"
She let out a heavy sigh.
"Yes ... But your words make me even more angry ... We talked the night before ... well ... if you can call it that ...""One night before?" I asked. "I ... I don't remember ..."
She was still crying ...
"I don't want to think about it ..." she sobbed.
"Please tell me what happened ..." I said pleadingly.
"Why do you want to know? What are you going to do?"
"I'll try to make it up to you ..."
"How? How are you going to make up for five years of pain and longing in half an hour?"
I didn't know the answer to that. The birds had now flown away, instead I saw a couple of fireflies glow in the twilight.
Akane had stopped looking at one point with empty eyes. She lowered her gaze and fixed it on our hands. My hand that held hers.
A pearl-sized tear trickled down her chin and fell on the surface of my hand.
"Why are you doing this, Ranma?" she asked hesitantly.
"What do you think?"
"Why are you holding my hand? Why only now?"
"Because we didn't find each other before," I said after a while."We were looking for each other ... but not found."
"And now? Do you think we found each other?"
I looked at her, as I had so often for the past thirty minutes. Did we find each other?
We sat here. As a couple and not alone, as usual.
"Do you think we found each other?"
"No."
Her answer came without thinking. Fast. Directly. Why did I have to think so long?
"No ..." she repeated. "What does it mean when we're on the same bench together? Nothing at all. Really nothing. Our conversation is ... nothing ..."
"Nothing? Why nothing? Haven't we clarified a few things?"
"Some, yes ... but it's not much ... it's not enough ..."
"You still haven't told me what happened that night."
"I don't want to tell you."
"Why not?"
"I want you to remind yourself of it ... you should see for yourself what you did wrong ..."
"But then I could understand your hatred of me!"
And then she really looked at me for the first time.I returned her gaze, examined every pettiness in her pretty face ...
Her long hair that fell gently on her shoulders ... Her full, beautifully shaped lips ... Her dark, intense and mysterious eyes ... Everything suited her ... Everything was so perfect ...
But her eyes didn't express hatred ... Rather, I saw sadness ... disappointment ... pain ... and I remembered where I had seen that expression before ...
'Akiko ...' I thought. 'Her eyes are like Akiko's ...'
"Hate? Do you think I feel something like that for you?"
"No ... but you are ... disappointed in me ..."
"You're right ..." she whispered.
Akane pushed mine away with her free hand.
"You shouldn't do this ..."
Then she got up and wanted to go.
"Where are you going?"
I got up too.
"Home ... I finally want to go home ..."
"But..."
"Leave me alone, Ranma ... please ..."
"Are you living with your father again?"
But she didn't answer me.And something inside stopped me from following her ...

That evening I lay awake for a long time. There was only one name in my head. Akane. Akane. Akane.
I tried to distract myself with television, but I hadn't even seen half of the films. It was now 1 a.m. and I still felt wide awake.
"What did I do to you, Akane? What kind of invisible wall is that between us?" I said loudly.
And also when I finally fell asleep, I asked myself this question.

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“Kyahhh!” Akane's battle cry echoed through the dojo. I watched her for a while until she noticed me. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and came up to me.
"What are you doing here, Ranma?"
Her lips formed in a smile and I smiled back, a little confused.
"I ... I ..." I was going to tell her I was moving away. But at that moment it was difficult for me. I thought that I would no longer see her pretty face, her lovely smile and her shining eyes.Her friendly smile turned into a sad one.
"I know what you want to tell me ... I overheard your conversation with Dad ..."
That made things a lot easier for me. Or maybe not ...
Desperately I searched for suitable words, but I couldn't find any that could express my feelings.
"Why do you want to leave? Is it because of me?"
Because of her?
"No ... but ... we fought a lot ... and ..."
Why did I say that? That didn't add anything to the fact that I wanted to move out ...
"Stop lying, Ranma ..."
Her voice was trembling and tears suddenly appeared in her eyes.
"It's because of me. You can tell me ..."
She turned around because she didn't want me to see her cry. Why did she think that about me?
"Actually, I didn't want to cry ... I made up my mind not to cry ... But I just can't stand it ... I'm to blame ... it's my fault ..."
I don't know what got into me. I wrapped my arms around her body and hugged her to me.She stood there petrified.
"It's not your fault ..." I whispered in her ear. "And if I'm to be honest ... then I don't want to leave ..."
"Then stay here ..." she sobbed. Akane wiped the tears from his face and took a deep breath.
Then she broke away from my embrace and looked at me.
"Stay with me ..." she said again.
I had never heard anything so tender from her. Her voice was soft, gentle, yet firm.
I didn't know what to do ... I asked myself a question: Why do you want to move away so badly? You have a fiancée here who you have feelings for. You will run a combat school. That's it.
It sounded good to my ears. I didn't have to worry about my future.
But that was exactly what kept me