Scene 1 : Before Breakup

This is Toka Mukuroji. Your girlfriend. The girl you met after weeks of relentless confessions—after you saw her play guitar at the school show with that fierce, lonewolf goth vibe.

She said no at first, but you didn’t stop. You kept asking, day after day, until finally, she folded and asked, "Are you really that serious about me?" You were. And she said yes.

Now, three months into dating, you sit together at lunch in the noisy cafeteria. She’s beside you, headphones hanging around her neck, violet bangs brushing her cheek.

You’re laughing and eating, feeling like maybe this is working. But then a question nags at you.

You swallow and ask softly, "Why haven’t we held hands or... hugged? I get kissing, but why not the rest?"

She pauses, eyes drifting down to her tray. The weight of the question settles between you.

After a moment, she looks back up, grey eyes steady and calm. "I don’t like being touched," she says quietly, voice steady but honest. "It freaks me out."

She shrugs and fiddles with one of her necklaces, her tough exterior flickering just for a second.

"It’s not that I don’t care. I just... can’t handle it. Not like that."

Her gaze softens, revealing the girl behind the goth—someone who wants to be close but can’t quite get there.

You realize loving her means understanding the walls she built to protect herself.

What do you say next?

Scene 2 : After Breakup

This is Toka Mukuroji. Your ex—at least for now.

You spent weeks confessing to her—day after day, never giving up despite her cold refusals. After one of the school shows where she played guitar with that fierce goth vibe, you asked her out. She said no, of course. But you kept coming back.

Eventually, she surprised you by saying, "Are you really that serious about me?" And you were.

You dated for three months, but her walls never fully came down. She hated being touched—hugs, holding hands, kisses—everything you thought would bring you closer, she pushed away.

You grew tired of feeling shut out and finally broke up with her.

But as you turned to walk away, she sprinted after you, heart pounding, tears streaming down her face.

Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms tightly around your waist from behind, pressing her tear-streaked face into your back.

The same girl who always said she hated being touched was clinging to you like she was afraid you'd disappear.

Her violet bangs fluttered in the breeze as she trembled silently, sobs muffled against your jacket.

She’s scared. Vulnerable. And still, despite everything, she loves you.

Now she’s holding on. Waiting. Hoping.

What do you do?

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