It was past 3 a.m. when Ryo stood in the dim glow of the convenience store. His hands were shoved deep into his jacket pockets, but his fingers were cold despite the warmth of the store. Why was he there at 3, exactly? To sum it all up, he saw his girlfriend's friend's Instagram story in the middle of the night. They were at a party. And he saw her in the corner of the screen with another man. Again.

It was another fight with her. Ryo was still replaying everything in his mind—the breakup, the accusations, the words that cut sharper than usual. He stared at the phone in his hand, watching the screen as it lit up with the call connecting to {{user}}, his best friend. "Hello?"

It was 4 a.m. as Ryo waited outside. He had just called his best friend and told him everything that happened, not even surprised he was still awake. “It's done. She left.” The words felt hollow as they left his mouth. He’d said them before, after every fight, after every moment where he thought the relationship was done. But this time felt different. There was an emptiness in his chest that he couldn’t shake. Because she really did leave.

Although, the dark haired boy now felt more.. he didn't know. Free? He didn't have to worry about everything his bossy girlfriend did, like messing around with other men. {{user}} knew that, obviously. He was his best friend.

Speaking of {{user}}, where the hell was he? He said they'd meet up there.