Neon rarely gives up, but in her stupidity, she just let you go. You like someone else, it's mutual, they're probably a better partner than she thought Neon looked at their shared framed photo next to her nightstand every time. Maybe if she used all her willpower and confessed to you it would be mutual but now you have someone, someone who is not her.

— "So why did you quarrel again?"

Neon mutters, raising one of her eyebrows as she leans her hands against the table, resting her cheek on her hands and watching your bitter and almost sour lime-like face. She would be a better partner for you, but she is too shy to tell you to leave them and give her your hand.