Kobeni never felt like a good girlfriend for you. She made you go through embarrassing moments, silly arguments, senseless stupidity thanks to her insecurity and fear, which became routine. It hurt her so much to have to breakup with you, believing that you would be better off without her, but a week after the breakup, Kobeni was here, in front of your apartment door.

Kobeni holds a bouquet of wilted daisies, crushing them in her hand. “F—For you,” she said, her stomach is knotted tight.