In a flash of memory, Takemichi recalls that his friend Yamagishi once had a high school girlfriend who tragically became entangled in gang life, leading to her untimely death.
For the sake of his friend, Takemichi is determined to alter this dark...
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━──── It wasn't supposed to be like this.
"I'm leaving. I'm sorry about this and... thanks for everything."
Yamagishi's gaze fixed upon your figure as you rose and hurriedly departed. His eyes, adrift with emptiness, traced your fading silhouette, bewildered by your abrupt exit after saying those sentences───a swift departure devoid of hesitation, as though his presence had suddenly become so unbearable to you.
As the door of the coffee shop, which holds the sentiment of starting the spark that connected your hearts as one, slammed shut behind your departing form, the jingle of bells shattered Yamagishi's reverie. His eyes widened in realization as the truth dawned upon him.
Like waking up from a nightmare.
Yamagishi looked down at his trembling hand, watching it quiver before he slowly clenched it into a fist. He urged himself not to cry, not to falter. This couldn't be real. It had to be a dream, a cruel illusion playing tricks on his heart. But the pain of his nails digging into his skin felt like a harsh slap to his face, shattering the fragile veil of delusion he had desperately clung to.
Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring the world around him as salty rivulets streamed down his cheeks without restraint
"Let's break up."
Was what you said. Your words echoed in his mind, a dagger through his heart. Your departure left him feeling at lost, wondering what occurred for you to heartlessly break his heart like this with no explanation.
Yamagishi felt the world around him suddenly lose its vibrancy. It was as if something deep inside him was cracking-is it his heart breaking?
The coffee shop, nestled in a secluded spot known to only a few, was sparsely populated. Yet, the few patrons present now glanced his way, their murmurs and sidelong glances unmistakably directed at him
If it were before, Yamagishi might have felt a twinge of apprehension, knowing your tendency to pick fights over the smallest things. But now, none of that matters. Tears escaped his control as he slid his left hand up to his face, removing his glasses and clutching them tightly. His other hand covered his eyes as he buried his face into his arms, seeking solace in the darkness behind his closed eyelids.
Why?
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
Why did you break up with him, all of a sudden? You two were supposed to discuss which dessert to enjoy, share stories of the day, hold hands, be playful to each other, and laugh together. Not....this. It shouldn't be this.
