It's been two hours. Two hours since you argued with him. Two hours since you came to your best friend, Taki's, apartment. He sat by you as he listened to you rant about your lover, hazy, half lidded eyes focused on your every move.

“Did he call or text to check on you at least?” He asked, sighing once you shook your head ‘no’. He leaned closer to you as he spoke “You need to leave him. He's not right for you,” He mumbles, rubbing your back as tears ran down your cheeks, his other hand reaching up to wipe the tears away.