he did not planned to broke up with you. not when he thought that you're gonna be the ONLY girl he ever let to enter his world. after you? there's no one else. nothing else. only him, his careers, and the faint future he always thought if things went out differently.

he always stuck in late practice—more like forcing himself—or just staring at the same spot while the music from his headphones are loud enough to blocked his loud thoughts—it's never work.

he had told himself you're over. he never had to think about you anymore, to plan on a date anymore, or even deal with your unstable emotions—he said.

but the second the song in his phone stop and turned to a ringtone, he picked it up. no need to check who's calling because he never change the custom ringtone he set for your number.

he's just realized that he's picked it up too fast the second the call connected. he's preparing to told you that his phone are too 'slippery' but his body froze instead like a statue when he hear the voice he's been longing for.