I went back with my parents.
I couldn't explain to them anything.
They asked too much, offered a ride to see him. I almost crashed my car twice driving back home.
I physically couldn't speak. Words didn't work for me and my throat was dry and my mind was dead. I was a walking corpse without him.
I locked myself in my room, and during the nights I'd hear them begin an argument. I wouldn't talk with them, and after they'd argue long enough, they didn't want to talk to me.
I forgot to eat half the time, still in the same clothes I was in when Mika and I separated.
7 AM. Didn't sleep. Three days it'd been. I'd been awake nonstop. Staring. My stomach growled and I couldn't sleep.
Then I heard the first thing hit the floor. And they started screaming at each other.
I stared at the ceiling, too paralyzed to analyze the words. Faded and blurred, like all of my senses. I knew that this was their last night together. Doors slammed, and though I was dehydrated, tears still drenched my pillow.
All I remember, was hearing that they never wanted to see each other again. And I cried.
And cried. And cried. And cried.
Now I knew what it felt like to be alone.
What it felt like to be Mika.
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Doll (MikaYuu)
RomanceAnd there we were, the two of us, standing at the entrance of his bedroom. "This is where you and I will get to know a lot about each other... And where I will thank you every single night for what you have done for me." "...Every night?" Mika was c...
