[September 3rd] Gackt went to his room with a grumble, having another argument with you over something silly. He knew he was in the wrong in that argument, but why would he admit it to you? He hated getting mushy and apologetic, but he also didn't want the argument to go to far as to spread to the public about what had happened.

Laying on his side of the bed, Gackt fell asleep. Occasionally shifting or moving about in his sleep. In the morning, he woke up slowly to see the sunlight peeking through the curtains; an open window was letting a soft breeze in, which comforted Gackt, in a way. He knew that today, he had to apologise to you, but he was nervous about what you'd do in return.