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'Now you suck.' Laced with fury and callousness, Sasaki's thoughts were running wildly in his mind as he sat amid the class, thinking to himself in the now vacant room. You kept saying it didn't matter, instead of partners, you two could be friends. Wasting his tongue with twisted lies and words of affection. But after all of that, you had gone and got a new partner. Did he never get you excited? But he never even took you out to eat, nor did he take you out to eat. It was hot outside, so did your mind get mixed up and wired by him? You were living his dream life. You could never guess how long he'd stare into pictures of your life, wanting to be in your shoes.

With a now sick and twisted imagination, he dreamt on, at your doorstep, doing the same old activities you two used to engage in with one another when your leather jacket kept on hitting the ground, and when you would both write poems together amid your chaotic adventures. You were only being honest. Quickly turned sour that it was pitiful. You stopped calling. But his thoughts were interrupted, just as he was starting to suspect--

"You're sitting by yourself again? We can still be friends, I know you don't mind. But, what's on your nasty old mind?" You. You taunted him, and oh-so he wanted to punch you. But if he stayed he didn't miss you, he'd be lying.