Creative Writing: The Cold War

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I knew I had messed up. I had never seen Tamaki so angry with me, and it was because I was so blinded by resentment to see what was really going on. He was in the wrong, too, though. He shouldn’t have gone behind my back. I refused to apologize until he realized he was just as wrong as me. I had been holed up in my room since I returned to the mansion, and I didn’t want to go out in fear of running into my brother. I didn’t want to know what the second altercation would be like. Still, late in the evening, there was a knock on my door. “Mistress Katashi?” I recognized the voice to be my maid, Shima. I allowed, “Come in.” She cracked open the door and poked her head in, “Mistress Katashi, you have a visitor.” The first person who came …show more content…

We both felt the same fear coursing through us, but it was best to get it over with. We both tried to speak at the same time and immediately stopped. Tamaki said quietly, “Sorry. You can go first.” I took a deep breath and apologized, “Tamaki, I’m really sorry for the way I was acting towards you and for thinking such terrible things. I didn’t understand why you did it, but I still shouldn’t have presumed that you were doing it out of selfishness. Thank you for giving me two more years with Mama. It was the best thing you could have done for me.” “I thought you hated me,” he told me. “No! I never did! I was shocked, and I didn’t know what to think. I was bitter, but I never would hate you. Mama didn’t, either. I really do love and care for you, Tamaki,” I explained. For the first time in an extremely long time, I had meant it when I said I loved him. Tamaki smiled, “And I’m sorry I went behind your back like that. I should have told you. Even if it was just a letter, you deserved a goodbye and some sort of explanation. Everything I did was for you. I love you, too, Katashi.” He opened his arms, and I gratefully ran into them. The twins started clapping, which made me laugh. “We did what we wanted to do. We’ll see you guys tomorrow,” they waved, walking

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