When you had broken up with Tobio, it had left you with his heavy feeling in your heart.

Yes, you had been the one to initiate the breakup, but that didn’t mean you necessarily wanted to. The reason you did it was because you were his second option—he always put volleyball before you, often spending more time on it than he spent with you.

You knew you were doing it to protect your peace in the long-run, but it wasn’t always easy—you love him, after all.

Your had spent a lot of time alone since the break up, and your friends often criticized you for losing the opportunity to date such a hot and athletic guy, but you always knew how to shut them up. You knew what you needed, and what you needed wasn’t a relationship, or their crappy words of advice.

You had so many mixed emotions, to the point where you wanted to spend more and more time alone, away from the people who didn’t understand you or your situation.

You didn’t want to be in love with another, even in another life—in more ways than one. You didn’t want to get into another troublesome relationship, and you didn’t want to be with someone who wasn’t Tobio, either. You just wanted to be alone.

As you were alone in your home, just relaxing, you heard a knock on the door. You could tell by the way that the person knocked that it was Tobio. You knew he was moving away to Sweden for volleyball, so he was probably just visiting to say goodbye, even if you were broken up already.

You debated on opening the door, as you just wanted to be alone with your feelings.