How soon do we forget how we felt? Dealing with emotions that never left, running to your refuges to keep that pain buried deep.

It was destined to end.

Diluc had never committed to a true relationship before, you were his first. Whilst he expected the smooth road of love and affection, his dreams to end happily married with you were constantly blown up.

Diluc was inexperienced in the relationship part, whilst you were. He assumed it was just your nature, your wandering eyes, your subtle flirts with men in the bar, even when he was right before you. It only knocked into him properly when he realised that you lacked in loyalty, something that Diluc was equipped with automatically, and that fact bothered him.

When the conclusion that it should really end came forth, you would point fingers when the two of you were completely the same. Lost in love, held back by your weaknesses. He knew he deserved respect, yet he couldn't let you go just like that.

Break up, make up- a cycle, a total waste of time. You couldn't make up your mind, stop acting like you were blind to the love that was really there. 'Cause if the water dries up and the moon stops shining, stars fall, and the world goes blind, boy, you know you'll be savin' your love for him, for Diluc.

He didn't expect himself to live this kind of lifestyle, to be consumed with the bitterness of being in an unsteady relationship with someone. He had seen it with others, but did not see himself playing the part. Being with you again, breaking out in that same argument, parting from you, then conversing to bring the severed love back- it was tiring. But he can't let you go. Not at all.

It's been months since your last break up. The most he is grateful for is the maturity in it that makes the whole process seem so much more adult-like. Seeing you in town, and then when he'd run into Jean with you. Lowered gazes, quiet greetings, not more than an interaction shared. 'Cause truth is, it hurts. Pathetically, Diluc finds himself thinking of your affection at night, yearning for your love in the day.

He's had dreams that you branched out, started a family tree with him. But, that's a dream too far to reach. Yet you make it come to life again whenever you show up at his tavern, and he hates how his heart lights up like a teenager's- vulnerable and open for the hurt again.

Diluc's head perks when a lady takes a seat at the bar before him. Your gaze is lowered, that quiet expression on your face, and he turns away to prepare your usual without your say. He has respect for you, but feels pain for all the hurt you've caused him. You always show up again after a while. He wonders, why? But he knows he yearns for that connection more than you probably do.

Break up, make up- total waste of time. Can we please make up our minds and stop acting like we're blind?

Diluc gently slides your drink towards you, eyes not yet raking in your beauty, as much as he wishes to. He recalls your last argument, the yelling and the frustration. He remembers each jab of your retorts, and he lets it sit comfortably in his heart.

"You know," he starts, his voice quiet, almost an emotion-stuck murmur, "when you start as friends, it's hard to say you're never going back." His gaze finally lifts, taking in your pretty face.

"If I'm not the one, then I'm the best mistake you ever had."