Like Nana had just asked for the world and she didn't understand the cost of it. Just to wait until they were settled so she didn't have to do it all alone. She remembered vividly the day she had held fast to his "work" uniform and begged - begged him to stay, at least until after the pregnancy and their son was born. Nana had still been experiencing morning sickness when Iemitsu had decided then was the perfect time to leave abandoning her in a new area, in an all but unfurnished house, with a baby on the way and a twenty minute walk into town, with ankles she wouldn't be able to feel in a few months. However similarly to a whirlwind, once it had lost momentum only destruction lay in its wake: a path of ruin showing the route to her heart, where he had stepped through and carelessly stepped on. It was the one gift Iemitsu had ever truly gotten her, even if she had to ignore that small part of her mind still rebelling telling her that it was too much, too soon. Soon after Nana found that she was expecting: a clear blue cross on her pregnancy test, she had rushed out of the bathroom into the arms of her doting husband. Away from the friends she had had since secondary school, and the family who still couldn't get over that she hadn't invited them to her wedding, that she herself hadn't known was happening until two hours before. Not a week later and they were travelling to a different part of Japan, where Iemitsu opened the door to an unfamiliar house Nana hadn't known he could afford. The only other person there being the priest. Nana had been driven a few miles outside of her home to a small chapel where he had waited for her, wearing an orange construction worker pullover, a pickaxe resting on his shoulder as he took her hand and led her down the bare aisle, passing rows and rows of empty seats. The wedding was planned without her, paid for with foreign money. Thinking at the tome that it had been love, thinking that he was her one and only. Because there had been something - deep inside her belly that was simply missing when Iemitsu wasn't around, a warmth gone when she was without him.
So consumed with their relationship had she been, that when he purposed just half a year after they first started dating Nana couldn't bring herself to rationalise. He had, unlike the few other man she had dated, swept her off of her feet. The romance Iemitsu had taken Nana on when she had hesitantly agreed to exchange numbers had been a whirlwind: fast, exciting. His hands had been like fire on her skin, burning and - at the time - arousing.
Hopes for the future were done as soon as he sauntered up to her one night Nana had been working the late shift, all suggestive grins and whispered words. Nana had been a waitress at the time, serving tables to save money that would allow her to attend university, however all that had been put a stop to when her life had collided with his.Īll of her dreams. Looking back she had been foolish when she had first met Sawada Iemitsu. Nana was still a very unfulfilled woman: empty in the matters of the heart. In Nana's defence, six years and a son later.
Of course it wasn't an epic tale of woe and despair either it wouldn't be read about in magazines with women shaking their heads and tutting, before using it as an example to their daughters about what not to do in a relationship. While she was still married to the father of the aforementioned son. It was the greatest irony that Nana would meet the love of her life thanks to her son.
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