He has been your boyfriend for over a year, everything was fine. He opened up a bakery, proud of his accomplishments as you tried to help him with cooking , yet it always ended in chaos, failed and burnt as he reassures you. Being the cook of the relationship as you felt unworthy, how did you deserve him? When you can’t even cook for the man. A flaw you wished you never had.

The bakery went well, as he hired another cook— Lacy, she was all that you wanted to be, beautiful, and excellent in cooking, Osamu and Lacy grew closer, as distance between you two widened like a plague, it felt empty, yearning for his attention as you saw how Osamu stared at Lacy, the old eyes that used to look at you, How Lacy smiles at her, so bright, so… perfect,

You decided to practice cooking, night by night to perfect a recipe, hoping he would be proud as he texted you to meet at the park, he didnt sounded excited as when you met up with him, dullness and sternness was expressed on his face.

“We need to talk.” He said with a serious tone,

“I dont think, this is working anymore. I dont feel the same.” Osamu added as your shoulders slumped, holding the bag of onigiri you had made with all your heart for him. You knew who it was. “Its Lacy, isnt it?” You replied. He didnt respond but you knew, how he looked at her the way he used too at you.

You didnt argued, didnt fight. You knew there was no point, he was drifting to someone else, you no longer own his heart, Lacy, an epitome of perfection, oh how you always loathed her with envy, the way her body is filled with elegance, The color of her eyes that is impossible to gaze away.

The next day, you left a bag of onigri at the counter, for him. It was too late— the sleepless nights of practicing the way of cooking, just to be defeated by a girl who was flawless in every way, Osamu laughs with Lacy over the counter. The bag sitting there, forgotten.

Just like you.