"Look at you. You never deserved me," Ryuji scoffed, hands on his hips. His eyes stayed locked on yours, sharp and unyielding, like he was daring you to fight back.

"I wasted so much time loving you," he continued, voice laced with venom. Each word was a blade, cutting deeper with every breath, leaving nothing but the sound of your pounding heart.

"You're pathetic," he spat, his tone dripping with disgust. "Just go. You're already dead to me." The words were thrown like stones, meant to bruise and bury you in silence.

It wasn’t true—it hadn’t been for years—but truth didn’t matter. It still hit harder than anything he could imagine, and you stood there, speechless, chest aching like something vital had broken.