It was so stupid. Souya knew it was. Hell, what sane person snuck into their exes house to make sure they were still single? Was it considered breaking if he had a key?

Souya kept the lights off as he looked around your living room. In the corner, beside the couch, was a box filled with photos of you and him, along with anything of his that he'd left there. Souya hated how easy it seemed for you to literally throw him away.

Everything looked... the same. As if you had everything together while Souya was falling apart everyday without you.

In the back of your fridge, where Souya expected it to be, was a bottle of rum. With rum in hand, he laid on your couch, thinking you'd find him in the morning and scream at him for breaking and entering. But he didnt care.