The Music We Play Is A Story

13: Monotone, to Colorful, to Monotone again

As the week went by the Kazu noticed signs of Marco being distant with her. Shorter replies, then not walking together anymore, and them communicating for very short periods of time. When it came to important topics, they were pretty much brushed off. Kazu began thinking the worst, "Maybe he lost feelings," "What if he found someone better," and "What if he found out he was gay" she thought quite literally any thought she could have.

Meanwhile, at the moment Niki was talking to Marco about her situation with Dom. Niki was unsure of her feelings for him and the relationship anymore and she wanted a break Marco comforting her but also giving her advice told her, "If you're not happy, you have to leave him Niki until what you want is clear." that being said she felt like she knew what had to be done.

Niki asked to talk to Dom that weekend and they met up and basically told him she needed to let him go to figure things out. Dom was understanding but not happy, he loved Niki with all his heart and would literally do anything of her and to make her happy but if that's what she needed he had to be okay with it. Niki broke it off with him, but something didn't feel right but she wasn't sure what it was. Soon after Niki went to visit Kazu and walked up on Kazu doing the same thing she had just done. Kazu thought if he didn't like, love, want, or need her anymore she had to let him go but in doing so she blamed herself. She wasn't happy with her choice but she went back into her house crying, as Marco walked out with zero expression, Niki was walking in with a face dried up of tear but also very confused expression.

They were talking about what had happened and they spent the night together comforting one another. Niki was laying down asleep to try and deal with how she felt. Kazu on the other hand couldn't sleep, she looked around her room, but it didn't look the same. It was bland, it lacked color. From the night of the fireworks the world had been colorful for her but it went from monotoned to colorful, to monotoned again. She cried, she overthought, she just wanted a time machine to take it all back. She wished she hadn't done it but she didn't want to hold him back. No matter how bad she wanted to run to his house and beg for him back. They had broken up twice already and this was the third time but it was completely different, she felt as though it was changed for good. He didn't want her in her head, he loved someone else, and he would never want to see her again. She wanted to make a love potion, have a time machine, and even just drop to her knees begging for him back. She'd do anything to have him, but she had no idea if she had a chance.