𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 [𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜]

𝐍𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬

Kissing your ex-boyfriend back shouldn't feel so wrong, yet it does. But you can't pull away because your lips are stuck on him. He deepens the kiss, his tongue gliding over your bottom lip before it enters your mouth. It should be your sign to pull away, but you can't move.

Your tongue presses against his, while his hands stop cupping your face and they move down to your waist, pulling your whole body closer to him. The five years of pent up frustration are poured into the kiss from both of your ends. You know something though, that once it escalates neither of you will stop and you don't want to do something you'll regret.

When he pulls away to kiss lower, you get a glance at his eyes and it makes your stomach churn. You can't do that with him. Never again. Your hands go to his arms and you unhook his arms from your waist. You take a deep breath, in disbelief that this is what's happening– What you allowed to happen.

"That's a funny answer considering you left me to get married to her." You point out. You have nothing to say to him, and Satoru takes a moment to gather his thoughts. You have to work more, but you doubt you'll be able to after what just happened. He'll understand if you leave.

Actually, you don't care if he doesn't understand. Satoru is clearly not someone that understands your feelings, and you're tired of considering how he feels when he can't keep that same energy toward you.

"I'm leaving. We can do the rest tomorrow during work hours." You tell him, and he watches as you walk away. He's glued to the ground, and maybe he should follow to stop you but he can't.

All the progress you've made crumbles to the ground, and he watches it fall right before his eyes. Yet he isn't too sad. There's a smile on his lips as his index and middle finger touches his mouth. When you slam the door shut, he's knocked back into reality and he walks back to his desk. He puts the picture frame that he has of his wife down and opens his desk drawer to pull out a picture.

Eighteen-year-old Satoru with his new girlfriend, right before Satoru leaves for the airport to start his studies abroad. Maybe he should've stuck around, gone to the same university as you, things would surely be different. He probably would've still been married, but not to Sayo. He probably wouldn't be in this position though, and now with how unhappy Satoru is, he doesn't mind the thought. He would leave it within a heartbeat to get back with you, but of course that isn't possible anymore.

If only he could go back in time and knock some sense into his younger self... But he can't and he's left to deal with the consequences of his actions.

– – –

You hate coming home so late to find your son sound asleep. It feels like you're missing so much of his life and it reminds you of yourself, wishing you could spend more time with your own mother who obviously couldn't since she was working. At least you had Satoru, Ren doesn't have anyone other than the nanny. You need to quit soon, make an arrangement with Mrs. Gojo about bills and stuff, knowing that she'll do anything for her grandson. She won't let you go that easily though.

"I love you, baby." You mutter as you kiss his temple. You pick him up from the bed and carry him to your room. It won't matter much, by the morning you'll be gone. You wonder if he's beginning to like the nanny better than he likes you simply because he spends so much time with her. The thought does make you feel jealous, so you try to get it out of your head.

At the very least you have to take a vacation with him, go somewhere he really wants to go so you can make more memories together. You don't want to take the role of his absent mother as well, his father already has that role. Maybe you can take him to the beach before summer is over... That would have to be soon though, fall is just around the corner.