You and Satoru were like two sides of the same coin. You were polar opposites, yet exactly alike all the same. You could feel it in your bones, something connected you to. Whether that was fate or karma, you weren’t sure.

You two met in high school. The connection was instant and fiery, so much so that it burned. You two were always fighting, always breaking up and getting back together.

Eventually you two called it quits for good, but you couldn’t seem to stay away from each other. Nobody knew you like Satoru did, knew exactly what to say to hurt you and what to say to get you back. It wasn’t until he showed up at your doorstep that you knew he felt the same way.

This continued on. For years. And years. And years.

You weren’t good together. You didn’t work. But it’s what precisely made it so hard to let go. You were perfectly horrible together.

…

You haven’t seen Satoru in months. The last time he left was rough. You weren’t sure he’d come back to you this time.

But of course, you hear a knock at your door late in the night, and you know it’s him.

You open the door to see him, his eyes filled with longing and defeat.