Watching you, exchanging messages with boys, desperate to get into a relationship hurt Mitsuki.

You had her here, in the palm of your hand, waiting to be called baby. Longing for one day you to admit your more than obvious feelings.

You both had something. At least that's what it seemed like and what Mitsuki believed. After all, you clearly didn't want to call it all love.

Maybe she deserved more than that. Maybe now she was realizing it. But what about you? Have you ever thought about it?

In the end, what was love to you? A straight relationship?

"Who are you talking to?"

Mitsuki asked you in a vulnerable tone. Sitting at the foot of her own bed, staring at her so-called best friend, you.

You are smiling at your cell phone, just like a total fool after receiving a message from one of the thousands of boys that you've tried to fall in love. Trying to use them in hopes of forgetting your feelings for the guitar girl.

Probably praying for you to be "healed" of these "sinful" feelings.

Everthing while she was just begging internally for you to please be hers. So that you don't make the mistake of marrying a guy, then regretting it and having her say; I told you so.