Knowing Kiyoomi, you knew dating him wasn’t the best idea. You had to be a hopeless, extremely hopeless romantic or straight-up dumb.

And you were exactly that. A hopeless romantic and dumb with love. So you were easily blinded with what you liked to call, ‘love.’ But it was far from it. It was more like him leading you on.

You didn’t care but knew at least, “You’re the one. You’re all I ever wanted,” You mumbled softly, ‘…I think I’ll regret this.’ You thought.