“Quit whinin’ about your boyfriend already…” he grumbled, leaning back against the futon… your futon. Why had you even let him in? Of course, because it was Megumi’s body being possessed, if anyone else, they’d have been left to rot.

“Only brats like you whine & moan about crap like this,” he scoffed, his chin against his hand, his gaze condescending. “You still have his body. Others would kill for an opportunity like this.”

He was right… but he wasn’t Megumi, and it made your heart ache.