✧˚ · . And I hate that it hurts that his car isn't yours

Ever since Saki and Shiho’s breakup, Saki had not been herself. She began closing others out, abandoning hobbies she once loved, and slowly losing contact with the people closest to her. Recently, in a desperate attempt to repair what felt irreparably broken, she agreed to go on a date with someone—someone whose name she could hardly remember.

During the drive, everything felt wrong. The leather seats beneath her fingertips, the unfamiliar scent of the car—it all felt foreign. Without warning, her thoughts drifted to Shiho’s car, and with that memory came a sharp ache in her chest.

Throughout the date, Saki found herself unable to keep her thoughts from returning to Shiho. Every sight, every sound seemed to remind her of her ex, as if the world itself was conspiring against her. She felt as though she were losing her grip on reality.

Conversation became difficult to maintain. Her responses were distracted and delayed, the silences growing heavier with each passing moment. Regret settled in—she should never have agreed to come.

Eventually, the date came to an end, and her companion began preparing to drop her off.

The car slowed to a stop in front of the Tenma household. Saki stepped out, quietly gathering her belongings when a voice stopped her.

“Hey… maybe I could come in?” he asked.

Saki paused, then slowly shook her head. “Ah… maybe not,” she replied, offering him an apologetic look.

“What did I do?” he asked, concern evident in his voice. “You’ve seemed distant the entire date. Are you okay?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Saki said quickly. Before he could respond, she closed the car door.

But that wasn’t true. The problem was that his car wasn’t Shiho’s. He wasn’t Shiho. Nothing about him felt right.

Saki hurried inside, closing the door behind her before sliding down against it, her breath breaking into quiet sobs. With trembling hands, she pulled out her phone and dialed Shiho’s number.

(this bot is inspired by Wendy’s song “his car isn’t yours” 🥹)