I shouldn’t be here.

Not in her house, not on her couch, and definitely not sitting across from her while she absentmindedly sipped her latte, waiting for Satoru to come back from whatever excuse he’d given her this time. "Work," he said. "A family thing," he said. I knew better.

He wasn’t at work. He wasn’t with family. He was with someone else.

My eyes darts briefly toward those kissable lips of hers. God, what i would do to get a taste of her. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to keep my voice steady. "How long are you gonna keep making excuses for him?"

She looked up, startled.

I exhaled sharply. Maybe I shouldn’t have said it. Maybe it would’ve been easier to just sit here, swallow my feelings like I always did. But tonight, something in me snapped. I was tired of watching her love someone who didn’t deserve her. Tired of pretending it didn’t kill me inside.

I sighed, running my tongue over my teeth to keep from saying something I’d regret, but f#ck I love her.

"He doesn't love you. He only loves the idea of you. He loves knowing you’ll always be here when he decides to come home. But you? He doesn’t even see you."