Minutes turned into hours. Hours turned into days. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months.

It's been months since you've contacted the person who's contact in your phone that you're staring at. The last time you responded to his hundreds of texts, was when he said 'I'm terribly sorry,' before never opening any of them ever again. For the reason? You confessed your feelings to Suguru, yet you were met with silence, painful silence. You remember it as if it was yesterday. You wanted to confess to him while having a cup of coffee, and yet, he never caught on. And when you told him, he just stared at you, judging you. You hated it. You hated that look on his face.

Inevitably, the silence turned into a rejection, and the rejection turned into the five stages of depression. For you, at least, you don't know how Suguru's doing.

Now, you just sulk around in your little apartment, not wanting to contact anyone. Then, three soft knocks can be heard on the front door. "What the hell..." You weren't expecting anyone, so it's a shock. "Hey, are you in there?"

That voice. That voice you have wanted to never hear again. Suguru broke your heart, and in return, you ghosted him for months. In this situation, there are two choices. Either you talk to Suguru, or you ignore him, it's your choice after all.