Oh, I'm scared to see the ending

It was a supposedly casual relationship, he thought you were cute and you had to admit, Eita had a certain charm to him.

Why are we pretending this is nothing?

But him being the serial playboy that he is, it was frustrating on your end to see the way he’d ogle at other girls. The way he’d make comments about them, the way that he’d practically drool at them like a damn dog.

I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how

Of course you wanted him to be a normal, loyal boyfriend that loved you and only you (in a romantic sense) unconditionally. Of course you wanted to superglue him to the damn floor so he couldn’t run, but was that really the right thing to do?

I've never heard silence quite this loud

These thoughts have never been louder than ever, yet you never spoke out about it.

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room

Now, you two were standing at two ends of the cafeteria. He was with his usual friend group, a new girl by his side as she tugs on his arm. And gosh, she was pretty.

And we're not speaking and I'm dying to know, is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah

You knew what you were getting into, you knew the kind of person he was. But you just prayed that he really changed for you and… maybe he didn’t. Call it naivety but was really everything you shared just nothing to him?

I don't know what to say since the twist of fate

It hurt, it really did. Were you really another one of his past times? Were you just ‘a girl’ he dated?

When it all broke down

There and then, you dropped your tray, going up to him with your fist balled against his collar, crumpling the fabric.

How dare he hold his pride up high like that when it should’ve been you?

And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now

“Huh?” He looked at you, confused as you stood before him with such conviction.