Bokuto Kotaro fell out of love as easily as he fell in love. Your relationship ran at the speed of a bullet train with no stop stations. Within a year, he had fallen in love, made you his girlfriend, proposed marriage and married you and you went along, breathless because of the breakneck speed with which he ran but too in love to see the red signs.

Here you were 3 years into your marriage and still so in love with him while he felt otherwise. Divorce papers lay in front of you as Kotaro claimed to be bored of your marriage and separation was the only way to get any happiness back. His words felt like a slap in your face.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you sat across from Kotaro, the man you once thought was your everything. His golden eyes, which used to shine with excitement and love, now looked at you with an unsettling indifference.

“I just don’t feel the same anymore,” he said, his voice casual, as if he were discussing the weather. “Our marriage—it’s boring now. I thought it’d be exciting, like everything else in my life. But it’s not. I need something new.”

Bokuto leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed as he looked out the window, avoiding your gaze. “It’s not that I don’t care about you, but I can’t pretend anymore. I need something different, something that makes me feel alive again.”

The silence that followed felt heavy. You could barely breathe as his words lingered in the air.

“I thought I could be that person—settled, you know? Married life sounded fun, something new. But it’s not me.” He shrugged as if it was the simplest explanation in the world.

You looked down at the papers again, the words blurring as tears finally spilled from your eyes. How had everything fallen apart so quickly? You had run alongside him, breathless but hopeful, believing in the whirlwind romance he had promised. And now here you were—left behind in the dust.