I watched Okumori storm off the café with confusion filling my head. I couldn't even comprehend what had just happened. First, I completely misunderstood that situation with Miyake, and flat out confessed and got rejected! Now, there was an argument spewing out between Okumori and Iwasaki? I had no idea things would end out this way at all.
Miyake looked over to me and gave me a firm nod, then chasing Okumori outside. I sighed, looking over to Iwasaki. She had a distraught look on her face, simply zoning out while staring at the table.
The drink Okumori had ordered had been splattered all across the floor, with the waitresses grabbing towels and starting to clean it up. Feeling bad about them fixing our mess, I went over and decided to help them. Thankfully, they allowed me.
After a few minutes, the mess Okumori had made had been cleaned up. I ended up conversing with the waitresses for a few more minutes, before gazing over to Iwasaki, who hadn't moved a single inch.
I approached her, shoving my hands inside my pockets. I gave her a rueful smile, then sitting beside her.
"Still mad at him?" I asked, placing my hands on the table.
Iwasaki looked up at me silently, then looking back down. She slowly nodded.
"So, what do you plan to do?"
I faced her now, waiting for a response. She kept quiet for a few more seconds, then finally spoke.
"I don't know." She replied anxiously.
I paused upon hearing her, then sighed, keeping quiet and looking away. While I watched the waitresses giving their customers orders, Iwasaki tugged my jacket. Knowing what she was doing, I waited.
"I don't know if I should apologize."
I took a moment to realize her statement, then cleared my throat.
"Do you think you're in the wrong?" I asked.
"No." She replied with uncertainty.
"Do you think you're in the right?"
She quieted down, not responding. I, on the other hand, already knew what she had been thinking.
"Don't you think you should apologize even though you're in the right?"
She stopped talking once she heard what I had said.
"Honestly, when you told him to get over it, it was a dumb thing of you to say. What did you expect him to reply with? That he recovered just like that?" I snapped my fingers as I spoke.
"No..." She mumbled.
"Knowing whether you're in the right or wrong doesn't matter when apologizing. It all depends on whether you have the courage or not." I stated.
I heard Iwasaki's breath start to get shaky.
"Iwasaki-san." I gazed over to her once more.
She looked up at me with her teary eyes.
"Do you think your friend would like it if you and Okumori-kun never got a chance to apologize?"
She froze, not exactly knowing how to respond.
"You're just lacking courage. Don't you think it's better than not apologizing to him at all? As I said, it doesn't matter whether you're in the right or wrong but depends on if you have the bravery to."
"But, I've done so many wrong things to him! How can I ever atone for them?" She looked up at me, tears still falling down to her chin.
"So you're in the wrong, is what you're saying?" I bit my lip, looking away from her.
"What? That's not what I said at all!"
"But you regret it, don't you?"
"Relax. I'm not going to scold you or get angry. But, what I will say is... It just makes it all the more reason to say you're sorry to him."
"Because you think it's embarrassing?" I questioned.
"Because he won't acknowledge it! He won't even think about it! He'll just think I'm lying to him!"
Iwasaki's rise of tone surprised me.
"He won't change... He'll keep hating me. It won't change a single thing." She muttered.
I took a deep breath, leaning back on my chair.
"It doesn't matter whether he accepts it or not. As long as you're sincere with it, the weight on your shoulders will disappear."
Once again, Iwasaki kept silent. She sniffled, then rested her head on my arm. I felt her tears soak into my jacket.
"I just miss everyone." She shakily spoke.
"I also hate how logical you are."
We were silent for a couple more seconds before she spoke again.
"You know... He's right."
She nodded. "He's right about me not getting over it. That I try to act happy or delighted."
I didn't respond, only nodding. Iwasaki's attitude indeed had changed once we entered high school. Back in Junior high, she didn't talk much and had a short fuse, but now she was more polite, outgoing, and talkative.
"Is that how you cope with what happened?" I finally questioned.
She didn't talk upon hearing my question.
"Figures." I sighed.
I nodded, looking at my slightly sweaty palms. I'm pretty sure it was because Iwasaki was leaning on me, to which I had to control myself from doing anything crazy. Seriously, if she touched my face or something, I was sure to lose it.
Iwasaki was still silent, leaning on my shoulder. Seeing how we were done with our conversation, I took a deep breath and attempted to change the subject.
"I uh, got rejected."
"Huh? By whom?" Iwasaki questioned.
That seemed to raise her spirits a little.
"Miyake-san." I expressionlessly replied.
I heard her snicker beside me.
"Miyake-san, seriously? Did you really think you could get her?" She laughed.
"Ouch." I sadly muttered. "She punched me, you know... My stomach still hurts. She really didn't hold back."
"You must've said something idiotic to her, then."
I took a moment to pause, then continued speaking. "I guess."
I didn't even bother to explain to Iwasaki the whole situation, or else she'd laugh at me for a week straight, maybe even more. I wasn't ready for it. After a few more seconds of silence, I talked again.
Finally, the question I had been itching to ask came out.
"So... Do you plan to apologize?" I faced her.
"I don't know."
I exhaled, clasping my hands together.
It made me wonder. Who's at fault? Okumori or Iwasaki?