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#007

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

two weeks later, august, 2005

YOUR FINGERS INTERTWINED

—with your boyfriends as he led you down the narrow alley. "you're pissing me off, Manjiro, why're you fuckin' around?" you ask, he'd been in a weird mood all day. standoffish, preoccupied, he'd been keeping you from going elsewhere the entire day, but wouldn't speak to you. all of your thoughts and questions were met with disinterest with yeahs, ohs, and huhs.

he only shrugged in response, so you stopped walking. "i'm going home," you released his hand from yours, and turned in the opposite direction. you made it only a few feet before you were yanked backward by your shoulder. you gasp, "what the fuck is your problem, Manjiro? seriously, you've been acting all weird today. i could've had a nice day today, but noooo Manjiro wants to act like a shit-head and ruin everyone's day."

"come on," he says, wrapping his hand around your wrist, and continuing to walk. you stay put, staring at him, "Y/N, i said come on, we're going somewhere."

"what is so important that we're going to do?" you ask.

"fine, you want me to do it here?" he says, "i was going to take you to a nice restaurant and try and make it easier, but fine," he clears his throat.

'is he about to propose to me??? what the fuck???' you ask yourself.

"i think we should break up," he says bluntly, looking down at the ground to avoid eye contact.

"excuse me?" you say, mouth slightly agape. you were pretty sure he was just joking, but you felt like your stomach had just been pulled out and run over by a car before being put back in.

"i said, i think we should break up," he repeats himself, swallowing, eyes going everywhere but to your face.

"yeah, i heard what you said, but where is this coming from? literally the other day, we were talking about our future together, and getting married," you furrow your eyebrows, what is he thinking???

"yeah, and i thought about it, i.." he pauses, "don't want to spend the rest of my life with someone like you."

"i'm sorry? someone like me?" you felt the shock morph to anger, "what does that even mean?"

"i-... i don't want to spend the rest of my life with a..." he pauses, trying to find the courage to use a specific word towards his now ex-girlfriend, "whore."

your body reacts before your brain does, slapping him hard across the face, "Manjiro, i don't fucking find you funny, so if this is some sort of joke to you, drop it now."

"i'm being serious," he clenched his fists, "i don't think we're compatible as boyfriend and girlfriend. or honestly even as friends just..." tears well into his eyes but he blinks them away before they could escape, "don't talk to me anymore."

before you could respond, he turns around and walks away. his walking turns to jogging, and jogging turns to running, and before you knew it you couldn't see him anymore.

now tears were welling into your eyes, you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth to stop it from quivering, you felt like your lungs were beginning to collapse, unable to breathe regularly. officially, the first tear fell down your cheek, followed by another and another until your were heaving sobs that shook your entire body, each one more aggressive than the last. you sat down on the damp ground of the dark space between the two buildings. you were sure your light-colored shorts were going to be ruined, but you couldn't bring yourself to stand back up.