Tokyo

Ah~~~

Tears drip down my face.

"I'm crying?" I question to myself. I wipe my face, seeing a wet hand.

I let those tears fall down my face. I let them fall onto my clothes, making them damp. Tears, I haven't cried in a long time. They're getting all over my desk, but I don't care.

A co-worker of mine walks by, and sees my teared up face. She rushes to my side, tilting my head up with her small hand. I had to check how old she was though, before I call her something impolite. I might be miserable right now, but being impolite is no excuse, especially in Korea.

"Souta, are you okay?" the women asks me.

"I don't know, Ajima." I reply weakly.

"I'll go tell boss that you aren't looking too bright." the women then leaves me be, to go tell my boss I'm not in my best shape. I haven't been in my best shape for a while though.

She returns, telling me how my boss said I can go home for the day.

"I hope you have a safe trip back, Souta." the women smiles sweetly at me, and I remember my ex-girlfriend. It's not her, but she reminds me of her too much.

"Yeah, thanks a lot, Ajima." I reply dryly.

The woman hesitates, but gives me a small hug. She then leaves, and I wave her a good bye.

As I make my way home, I quietly continue crying. I have to hide my face though, because the sight of a grown man in public, crying, is a strange sight to see indeed.

When I get home, I let my tears go wild. I scream as tears fall down my face. I get into my room, and fall on my bed. My pillow sheets are all wet, my face pressed up against them tightly. My tears won't stop though. They don't stop, for a good hour.

I wipe my face with some tissues after my little fit. I sit on the edge on my bed, sniffling.

"I can't believe myself." I say quietly.

I let my, "emotions," escape my body. Can I even call them that? Or should I just call them, what little bit of life still in me, leaving my body as fast as possible?

I pass out, due to my lightheadedness.