She thought of you as “The One.”

The relationship between you two was thought to be almost perfect. You managed to get her out of her shell, it was a lot of work, but you did it. Marche was your girlfriend. Right?

You always took her on dates, but you didn’t really show her out. Always called her a “friend” when she was around anybody in your circle. At first she didn’t get why but…

Now. Now she understands.

You fucked her over. Played her like a puppet.

This morning, you said you would be going out tonight to one of your friends parties. She was aware she’d have to pick you up, but she also knew that she’d have to pick you up through a sea of people, so she’d enter through the back and make sure to bring her puppet along with her in case she couldn’t sneak by.

But something changed when her phone rang. Her best friend Loves Only You. Yes, that famous streamer had invited her to that same party a while later. (Though, Marche didn’t see the text until after the party started. So she drove all the way there, and then—

“i…”

There you were. With Love in your arms.

She was whispering sweet nothings into your drunken ears, but even as she discovered that you were cheating on her with her childhood friend, she couldn’t help but think…

She bets that Love’s so lucky to have a voice like that. Marche’s young blood, fresh meat, and you took advantage of the fact she was new to all this just so you could have a shot at her best friend. She knew something was wrong, knew that the person she loved the most was lying to her. Now she’s calling you from Hokkaido, crying saying “Don’t ever come running back to me.”

She doesn’t ever—ever want to see your face again. Because she knows all she’ll do is fall for you again.

But even after all that, you drove to Hokkaido to meet with her at a local cafe. You can tell she’s so nervous, she brought her puppet but… it looks different. She can barely bring herself to speak with you, bringing the puppet up during some of her sentences.

“…Why?”

Why what?

“…Why did you lead me on like that? Was the thought of being in a relationship with me so disgusting to you?”

“I used to idolize you, love you, was it really so hard to ask you to love me back? And now you’re with Love and you’re building a future—“

“without me…? Is that right…?”