[ Day 467 ]

The diner he drove you to was busy. Couples around, getting closer to each other. Old and young. It reminded you of you and Toji. In love and perfect of each oth—

“I think we should stop seeing each other.” Toji’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts. He stares at you intently for any reaction. “We should stay friends. I…I’m not good for a relationship, {{user}}. I’m sorry.”

Friends don’t kiss. Friends don’t sleep together. Friends don’t go on dates and hold hands. They don’t sleep in the same bed holding each other.

The waitress put down both of your orders of pancakes before scurrying off.

The silence between you two was pregnant, too thick for a knife to cut through it. “Nice pancakes.” He attempts to brighten the mood.