to you | h. rindou

00

A month after the breakup, you were surprisingly fine. Indulging yourself in work everyday that your working hours came to a point where even your pervert boss let you know you cannot be working overtime everyday of the week. On the days when he scheduled you off, you were miserable.

You locked yourself up in your room and stared at the ceiling. It wasn't as if you were just always thinking about it but instead, you weren't thinking about anything. You didn't want to think about him. You didn't want to ever hear his name again so your brain blocked him out. However your body is physically heartbroken.

You can feel sadness physically in your veins; weighing down every step, making every gulp of liquid thick, every chew of food tasteless and bland, every song to go in a ear and out the other.

In that month, you came to the conclusion that it wouldve been better if you had never known him at all.

You hate your highschool self for ever letting him close. You heard the rumours, you saw what he did to aria yet you let him do that to you.

You were disappointed in yourself and mad at him. How could he do that to you?

It all is a little blurry.

Four months into the breakup, you were doing better, much better.

It's easier to pretend you never knew Rindou so you stopped talking to almost everyone that reminded you of him. Everyone but Takashi. Taka is different, he's an exception.

Taka was the one to help you when times were tough; cleaning your room, making you food, taking you out to the park, drinking with you, everything. He's your best friend.

You don't talk about Rindou to him. You don't talk about Rindou to everyone. You've buried it deeply in your heart. It's hard to talk about him without breaking down. Your heart aches when you think, so you don't, because it hurts, it's unbearable.

Almost a year into the breakup, it's still hard to think about him, so like always: you don't. You're still buried in work but a good thing about that is you've saved up plenty of money, enough so that you applied into a university and got accepted!

Your dad moved to America with your uncle where they both work at his restaurant; now there is truly nothing roping you down to this stupid place. You can leave; and that thought is always reassuring you. You can leave; it's always in the back of your mind.

A year into the breakup, you're enrolled in university with a major in criminal justice; it's a bit ironic, but it's your little way of indirectly getting petty revenge.

You've also put out your dad's apartment for rent with the help of your uncle as you moved into your dorm and nobody would be occupying that space any longer. To not be in that haunted house with memories of Rindou has never been a bigger blessing.

—

"I don't really get this." You mutter, the bottom of your palm against your mouth as you stare at your assignment.

"You never get it." Wyatt laughs.

Wyatt is an exchange student from the United Kingdom. He's been studying Japanese ever since he was in middle school so he's surprisingly fluent though at home learning doesn't help much with accent.

He's your closest friend at the university and he's your party buddy. If you had to marry someone just for the comfort of not dying alone, it'd be him.

"Help." You grumble and hide your face in your hands after nudging your laptop to him.

"God you're never making it out of this class. Maybe I should stop bringing you to parties.. all that booze is getting to your head."