“Huh..?” Tsuki’s voice trailed off, reverberating through the room and lodging itself in your mind. “Are you messing with me, or are you serious?” he asked, his tone flat, his wide, blank stare fixed on you.
When you assured him it wasn’t a joke, he turned back to his computer. That’s when you heard it—sniffling. Really? The fake tears again? His tall figure loomed as he stood, shoulders trembling with exaggerated sobs. He walked over to you, collapsing to his knees, his face buried in your palms.
“Please don’t leave me… I’ll do anything. Is it someone else? Do you hate me?!” he pleaded, his voice cracking. “I’m sorry… I tried to be a good boyfriend!”
You sighed inwardly, already bracing yourself. “Ugh, the guilt-tripping stage again,” you thought. You knew the tantrum would come the second you stood your ground.