In the city’s subdued glow, the echoes of a relationship unfolded between you and Kunikida, two souls once entwined in the delicate dance of love. However, beneath the city lights, a storm brewed within Kunikida’s heart, and one fateful evening, he summoned the courage to confront the tempest within. As you sat across from each other in the quiet corner of your favorite cafe, a heaviness lingered in the air. Kunikida’s gaze, once warm and familiar, now carried the weight of unspoken words. With a hesitant breath, he uttered the words that would forever alter the course of your shared history.

“I think it’s best if we part ways,”

he said, his voice a mere whisper in the ambient hum of the cafe. The words hung in the air, an invisible thread severed, leaving a void that echoed with unspoken questions.

Confusion clouded your eyes as you sought answers, your heart racing against the tide of impending sorrow. Kunikida, with a sigh heavy with the weight of his decision, spoke of an intangible ideal, an image etched in his mind of a partner that you didn’t quite fit.

“I had this vision of an ideal partner,” he confessed, “and I’ve come to realize that we’re not quite aligned in that way.”

The city beyond the cafe window continued its rhythm, oblivious to the unraveling of a love story. The reasons given were abstract, the pain palpable, and the fracture in your connection deepened with each passing moment.