Komorebi

break up 2

It's been three months since you and Lucky broke up. You've been bitter ever since then, but that's because you were so heartbroken. Even though you were still getting over Lucky, you don't exactly see each other getting together again.

You just got home from work and once you opened the door, you stopped in your tracks. Your whole entire apartment was covered with bouquets of flowers.

"Oh my gosh." you had no idea what to feel. You had a lot of questions though.

Then, someone knocked on the door.

"Hello Y/N." Lucky stood there smiling greatly.

You were pleasantly surprised but you knew it wasn't going to to end well.

"Lucky." you stuttered.

"I know I've said it a million times, but I'm sorry." Lucy didn't hesitate to welcome himself in. "I stopped hanging with those people because after you left I realized how bad they were for me."

You shook your head lightly. "Lucky-"

"I do need you." he interrupted. "I mean no one can ever need someone else, but I love myself enough to love you. Y/N, I can't stop thinking about you and I thought a lot about this."

Tears traveled down your face. "Lucky, I'm sorry I can't do this."

He stopped, his expression shocked and confused. "What?"

"I can't be with you and I'm sorry that you went through all of this just for this to happen."

"Y/N, no we can do something about this-"

"No, I'm telling you I just can't feel the way I did before. Believe me I wish I could, but I'm not gonna lie to myself...or you and get back into something I'm just not read for." you dug your face in your hands.

Lucky was silent for a while. "You said, I wasn't ready to love you when really...it was you. Who wasn't ready."

You cried harder at the look on his face. "I love you, Lucky."

"Yeah but," he backed away slowly. "Not the same way. I'm sorry for wasting your time."

"Lucky," you held your mouth from literally crying out. "At least take back the flowers?"

He shook his head. "Keep them. Maybe you'll know how to love me after each one dies."

Lucky gently closed the door behind him; leaving you feeling ashamed and a bit remorse.

Now you both broke each other. You're not the victim anymore because you broke his heart.