Late at night and the rain was falling over the city of Tokyo, Kuroo was on the balcony of his apartment, sitting in a chair while drinking and taking it out on the liquor. The bottle on the table seemed to speak to him, it seemed to exclaim the comfort he was looking for at that moment.

He knew it was all his fault, hell, he knew he deserved all of this and to be hurt, and he wanted you to leave and forget him so he could get hurt, "I'm sorry because I never got to do anything for you..." But at the same time he wanted so badly to call you, to know where you were, shit, his damn habit. He promised himself that he wouldn't miss you, that he would be fine without you, he couldn't even shed any tears.

He still couldn't forget you, no, he thought he never would, even 'til the day he dies. Even so, in an act of impulse, probably due to the alcohol already acting in his brain, he picked up his phone, which was next to the bottle of liquor, and dialed your number. And when you answered, he didn't even give you time to say something.

"I'm so sorry, but I love you. It was all lies... I didn't know... but now I realize that I need you..."