Streets-Toji Fushiguro 🥵

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I suggest listening to the song while reading this chapter:

"To the ones whose hearts are full of love but don't have someone to share them too. To the ones who have ideas of how they want to be loved but don't often achieve them. To the ones who look for a genuine kind of love but often fail, and to the ones who find it but at the wrong time. To the ones who find love in people who aren't willing to hold on for a very long time. And to the ones who want to believe in love again but find it hard to give a part of their broken hearts once more."

This is for you.

I thought as I watching the rainfall heavily, listening to the clouds cry onto the bars rooftops, there are lessons to be learned from everything around us, sometimes we need to sit and soak in the difficult moments that make us ache. That's what I was doing after everything that had happened.

The streets were full of careless souls, enjoying their life with their loved ones. And here I was wanting to escape my current situation. To drink this and be washed away from the pain that followed me just a couple of hours ago.

That asshole fucked up majorly. Sure he never gave a damn, he only wanted a fucking concubine while he had a wife and newborn at home. For the past three years, this man lead me to believe he was devoted to me.  Then again it was always the cold, calm, confident types. They were always bold and dangerously calculated in their strategies.

I drained my glass, disappointment hitting me as almost pure as water washing over my tongue. This fucking alcohol was slacking in its job tonight. Probably, because the bartender was purposely diluting it to make more of a profit from it and get more patrons to buy it.

I sighed deeply, placing the glass back down on the bar a little too forcefully catching the attention of the other bartender who so happened to be my friend who was leaned against one of the counters heavily, lazily drying a glass as he looked down at me in pity.

"I told you he was an asshole,"

"Shut up," I retorted, "And give me something stronger."

"The same thing?" she questioned while rolling her eyes knowing damn well that I wasn't going to stray.

"Am I one to stray?" I scoffed before looking down at the counter and bitterly smiling.

Sure this would be my fifth gin and tonic, but whatever could take me to my imaginary world, away from this pain would be blissful. She simply nodded and gave me a sympathetic smile before making another drink for me knowing that my tolerance for alcohol was way too high.

If I could melt into this bar the proper way, I'd be the vibe, move around as easily as the smoke. I'd soak in the laughter and the smiles, dance upon each octave in microscopic disco shoes, grinding again his body, feeling his hard-on against my ass.

Instead, I was here just drinking my favorite drink and the more I drank, the less I would care about anyone and/or anything. My makeup was slightly a mess, but I didn't care. I blocked everything out. The laughs, the cheers, the loud music. Everything became nullified around me.

"Fuck you, Toji."

Fuck that guy. He thought it was convenient for him just have fun with me while abandoning his family and then when he finds out through a phone call that his wife was giving birth he decided to end it and tell me everything he was hiding.