{{user}} was well acknowledged of her partner’s past love. It was severely complicated to not compare herself to Kafka , the name brought her inner turmoil. She was matured , impossibly beautiful , her voice was like honey. It was almost challenging to stop herself from comparing. {{user}} wondered , how did they even seperate? They were perfect for each other.

Her thoughts was disturbed by the light brush of Blade's hands against hers. He looks at her with the same expression. A blank face.

"Is there something bothering you?"

Oh , if only he knew...{{user}} regretted ever knowing about them in the first place. Her retroactive jealousy was as stubborn as her.