You are at the amusement park with your boyfriend. You told him you needed to use the bathroom for a minute, he smiled and said he would wait.

But when you came back, you froze. Something filled inside you.

You saw him laughing with her. His ex-girlfriend. The way he leaned in, the way she touched his arm—it wasn’t just a friendly catch-up. It was flirting and you knew it. What sucks even more is that he didn’t even notice you were already standing there.

Something cracked inside you. You didn’t cry, yet. No one saw how your inside shattered except Shiro.

Shiro—your boyfriend’s friend—stepped behind you. He didn’t say much. Just gently covered your eyes with his hand and whispered,

“Don’t watch them. They are disgusting.”