Mikey, well more specifically Manjiro Sano.
Who is that? Well that's the guy I've been dating for 3 years, and I don't regret it at all. At first, I confessed to him, and he said he felt the same way. For the first year of our dating, it was great. We always used to go on dates happily, not that I smiled, he knows how to tell that I'm happy just by seeing the small glint in my eyes.
For the second year, it was not so okay, but he had recently been less happier. I wanted to help him, but he just pushed me away. My wonderfullll brother, cho, always comforted me. Although I didn't look sad or have cried infront of him, he always could tell the heavy eyebags that just kept getting more visible over time.
Third year.
Terrible.
He became more and more distant and rarely even talked to me. I didn't even know if we were still a thing or not, but the fact he didn't break up with me yet was still reassuring he could tolerate and liked me.
That was until this day.
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•My 🔑•💕💕•
Hey, let's meet up today, cafe next to ****** road, 1:30 pm.
sent. 1:12
•[Name]🍭•
Okay.
read. 1:14
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A light passed through my eyes but quickly disappeared as I rushed to get ready. I didn't know what emotion I was feeling right now, but I knew I have felt this before but stopped feeling this in a long time. After all, after a year and probably one fourth of ghosting me, he finally invited me to talk, but it wasn't really clear if it was a date or not. I wasn't even sure what we even were at this point, strangers? Lovers? I had no clue.
I tied my hair into a ponytail, fixing my bangs as quickly as i could as I was rushing, and put on my white turtleneck sweater with jeans. My closet was filled with old clothes. I had realised I would barely even go out so what was the point of getting clothes? I put on some very light makeup and walked out of my house. I remembered to bring my phone with me as I stuffed it into my pockets. I walked down the stairs of my house and shouted a
"I'll be back, take care of yourself, nii-chan" before opening the door and stepping out of it.
I slowly walked to the cafe since it was like a 5 minute walk. I hummed a random tune while walking until the cafe went in sight. My eyes twinkled in glee as I caught Mikey sitting at a table close to the windows. I checked my watch and saw it was 1:31. I sighed and quickly walked over to the table. My eyes twitched at the odd number as I stuffed my hands down, fiddling with my fingers slightly out of nervousness and excitement.
"You're late." Mikey coldly looked at me.
"It was just by one minute." I mumbled, soft enough for him not being able to hear, but muttered a quiet apology for him. He scrunched up his nose lightly, seemingly like he didn't believe it was sincere or not.
"So, I'll be completely straightforward." Mikey said.
"Let's break up." He stared at me, no hint of playfulness in his tone whatsover. Oh, where had it all gone wrong.
I widened my eyes in response.
"You're extremely boring, it seems like you don't even have any emotions at all. I don't want to be with someone who doesn't even.. bother dressing up for me, let alone take care of me." he said, eyeing my choice of clothing up and down. I squinted my eyes at him, trying to look for any clues if this was a prank.
"Plus, I've been seeing a better girl, and it seems that she is the one for me, not you." He continued. I just nodded, making his eyebrows slightly twitch from annoyance.
"To be honest, I don't even know why I chose to be with you, thinking back in it now, maybe it was pity?" He tapped on his chin to pretend he was thinking.
"Anyways, let's not see each other anymore. I have my limits to not hurt a girl, and right now I am emotionally, so let's end this right now, let's break up."
'Is he actually being serious right now? Being with me, out of pity? The utter audacity, god.'
I nodded again. He stood up from his seat and left.
Just like that.
Unconsciously, tears started to roll down from my cheeks. I kept trying to wipe them away with the bottom of my sleeve but it couldn't stop falling. I stood up, stumbling, and walked out of the store.
'So.. three years for nothing. Three years of being together to result in just 'seeing another girl'. The fuck he means, not dressing up for him? He was wearing a fucking t-shirt with leggings.'
I was filled with thoughts on the walk back. I was still trying to process what had just happened. The pain was way too raw and sudden, but I suppose I should have noticed the signs.
"[Name]?" Kakucho called out to me, raising a brow in worry when he saw my state.
I was way too frustrated to reply. I ignored him and went into my room, slamming and locking the door.
I plopped myself down on the bed and started sobbing. What was the point of being with me out of pity, and not love? I curled up into a ball
By now, my sobs were audible even outside the room and my brother kept on banging on the door.
"[Name]?? What's wrong? What happened while you were out?" he kept questioning. I ignored him and continued crying my heart out. It wasn't an everyday occurrence that I was crying, and not as heavily as I was now. I kept crying and crying that I didn't even notice it was already turning dark. I was just reminiscing all the precious memories and moments me and my recently turned ex had spent together.
I cried and cried, only to cry even harder and harder as I recalled even more memories. Soon, I cried myself to sleep.
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My eyes fluttered open only to be shut tight again as the sun rays shone through my eyes. I got up and rubbed my eyes. I walked to the mirror and I looked horrible.
Makeup ruined, puffy eyes, messy hair.
I was a mess.
I took a quick shower before changing into a random hoodie and shorts and unlocked the door. My brother ran to me and engulfed me into a tight, no, bone-crushing hug. He slowly released the hug and shook me by the shoulders.
"What happened?!" he asked. I looked up to him with a blank look.
"..My boyfriend.. He broke up.. with me." I said quietly. I walked over to the couch and sat on it. I turned to look at him.
"Where, had it all gone wrong...?" I said blankly, staring at nothing in particular. His eyes widened when he met mine. Mine looked so.. lifeless, and had a tint of sadness. "Was I really the one at fault?" He shook his head and hugged me again.
"No way, whoever that shit ex of yours, i hope he fucking rots. You're the perfect girlfriend anyone could ask for, he was just not good enough for you." he reassured me as he tried to comfort me by soothing my back. The tears started to roll down my cheeks again. He pulled me in tighter as I started shedding my tears. Let's just say, that was the first time I had cried for so long in my whole life.
