and then I leave without a trace..
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PROLOGUE .
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next.
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As I stood there, my chest feeling tight with confusion and anxiety, I found myself slowly unlocking the door of our shared apartment. With my unsteady breathing I open the door to see my boyfriend, Yuta Okkotsu. He’s always been the type of person to comfort me once I come home after tirelessly working on architectural projects at school, checking up on me, taking care of me, even though he has work to do as well.
“y/n..” , his voice stern and cold. I could always tell when he was upset or stressed about something, it was always his facial expressions and how his tone was.
“Whats up?” , I responded, voice laced with confusion and worry that our time spent together was all just a waste of time.
“I think we should break up, “ his expression grew saddened and much colder than before, “ we both are busy academically and I just genuinely feel like this whole relationship is just coming apart.”
Was he really serious? Did he actually mean those words? He cant be real, right? I mean all the nights they’d spent together baking or cooking, all those love letters, and the time we spent together just all went to waste? was I really left to think we had something going for us, a future. I stood there as all those thoughts circled around my mind, hands becoming sweating, the words came out of my mouth,
“A-are you sure, Yuu? Is there someone else?” tears welling up in my eyes as the words slipped away, ‘there HAS to be another person, maybe I wasn’t enough’ , I thought to myself, fighting the urge to drop down and sob in front of, as of now, ex boyfriend.
“No, there isn't anyone else and it's not your fault; I just feel like this relationship is more like a label because we never talk or spend time together because of how busy we are with our academics and our lives.” Yuta's eyes avoiding eye contact with mine, I could tell that he’s been holding this in for a long time.
And finally, the tears dropped from your eyes.
“I-I’m sorry, I-I..” the tears wouldn’t stop. The tears blurred my vision as I looked down at my socks to let my tears drop freely down to the floor.
I hear Yuta pick up his bag of belongings he packed before I came home, “for the last time, I love you”
That was the last thing he muttered before he pulled me into a warm embrace and left. I never got to say it back.
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notes: I fear this may or may not be rushed (i write this as i have multiple assignments i need to get on top of)
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